I crushed his letter up in my hand. I felt that my love for him was
dead. I never wanted to see him again. He had sacrificed me for the sake
of his selfish ambitions.
My train was to leave at eight, and Lu was going to be there to see me
off. I sat down and wrote the following letter to Reggie before leaving
the house:
“DEAR REGGIE:
I am leaving for Boston tonight. I have loved you very dearly, and
I feel bad at leaving you without saying good-bye, but I will not
live any longer in that studio that you pay for, and I could not
stand home any more.
I can earn my living better in Boston, and when you are ready I
will come back to you, but I cannot trust myself to say good-bye.
Your loving,