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If only you were here--Oh, my dearest Juan! If only you were here- -to take me in your arms and banish this ever constant terror at my heart If only you were here to tell me that you loveas I write My eyes are diers trace uncertain letters on the sheet, and I can only steady them when I remember that you promised to return You WILL return, will you not? I could not write like this if I were sure that you would read these lines My nightly prayer- -But I will not tell you of uide this letter to you, after all, and the hearts of e In those dark hours when my doubts arise I try to tell myself that you will surely coelina--our only gas that Iwith h for a little while, and she tells h to please you But the flowers fade, and I know that beauty, too, will fade in such surroundings What then? I ask ain--avoid Matanzas, for your own sake and mine Don Mario wanted to marry me to save ed to you, and he was furious He is powerful; he would balk you, and there is always roo in luxury upon the fruits of his crime, would certainly consider you amy 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 froo 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 , 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 ain, and you would not be ashamed of me