You see how
cunning my love for you has made me?
If I could come to you, I would, but I am marked. So if you still
desire me you must search me out. You will? I pin my faith to that
as to the Cross. To doubt would be to perish. If we should have to
find another hiding-place, and that is always likely, you can
learn of our whereabouts from Colonel Lopez.
Alas! If you had asked me to go with you that day! I would have
followed you, for my heart beat then as it beats to-day, for you
alone.
The candle is burning low and it will soon be daylight, and then
this letter must begin its long, uncertain journey. I must creep
into my bed now, to pray and then to dream. It is cold, before the
dawn, and the thatch above me rustles. I am very poor and sad and
lonely, O'Reilly, but my cheeks are full and red; my lips could
learn to smile again, and you would not be ashamed of me.
Asensio is rising. He goes to find his horse and I must close. God
grant this reaches you, some time, somehow. I trust the many blots
upon the paper will not give you a wrong impression of my writing,
for I am neat, and I write nicely; only now the ink is poor and
there is very little of it. There is little of anything, here at
Asensio's house, except tears. Of those I fear there are too many
to please you, my Juan, for men do not like tears.
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