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o off in a big smoky explosion。 He came yesterday afternoon； after I'd written him not to come； and we went walking over Knowltop。 For three and a half hours we paced back and forth over that windy moor and discussed ourselves to the bottommost recesses of our beings。 No one can ever say the break came through misunderstanding each other！
It ended by Gordon's going； never to return。 As I stood there at the end and watched him drop out of sight over the brow of the hill； and realized that I was free and alone and my own master well； Judy； such a sense of joyous relief； of freedom； swept over me！ I can't tell you； I don't believe any happily married person could ever realize how wonderfully； beautifully ALONE I felt。 I wanted to throw my arms out and embrace the whole waiting world that belonged suddenly to me。 Oh； it is such a relief to have it settled！ I faced the truth the night of the fire when I saw the old John Grier go； and realized that a new John Grier would be built in its place and that I wouldn't be here to do it。 A horrible jealousy clutched at my heart。 I couldn't give it up； and during those agonizing moments while I thought we had lost our doctor； I realized what his life meant； and how much more significant than Gordon's。 And I knew then that I couldn't desert him。 I had to go on and carry out all of the plans we made together。
I don't seem to be telling you anything but a mess of words； I am so full of such a mess of crowding emotions。 I want to talk and talk and talk myself into coherence。 But； anyway； I stood alone in the winter twilight； and I took a deep breath of clear cold air； and I felt beautifully； wonderfully； electrically free。
And then I ran and leaped and skipped down the hill and across the pastures toward our iron confines； and I sang to myself。 Oh； it was a scandalous proceeding； when； according to all precedent； I should have gone trailing home with a broken wing。 I never gave one thought to poor Gordon； who was carrying a broken； bruised； betrayed heart to the railroad station。
As I entered the house I was greeted by the joyous clatter of the children trooping to their supper。 They were suddenly MINE； and lately； as my doom became more and more imminent； they had seemed fading away into little strangers。 I seized the three nearest and hugged them hard。 I have suddenly found such new life and exuberance； I feel as though I had been released from prison and were free。 I feel；oh； I'll stop；I just want you to know the truth。 Don't show Jervis this letter； but tell him what's in it in a decently subdued and mournful fashion。
It's midnight now； and I'm going to try to go to sleep。 It's wonderful not to be going to marry some one you don't want to marry。 I'm glad of all these children's needs； I'm glad of Helen Brooks； and； yes； of the fire； and everything that has made me see clearly。 There's never been a divorce in my family； and they would have hated it。
I know I'm horribly egotistical and selfish； I ought to be thinking of poor Gordon's broken heart。 But really it would just be a pose if I pretended to be very sorrowful。 He'll find some one else with just as conspicuous hair as mine； who will make just as effective a hostess； and who won't be bothered by any of these damned modern ideas about public service and woman's mission and all the rest of the tomfoolery the modern generation of women is addicted to。 （I paraphrase； and soften our young man's heartbroken utterances。）
Good…by； dear people。 How I wish I could stand with you on your beach and look across the blue； blue sea！ I salute the Spanish main。
ADDIO！
SALLIE。
January 27。 Dear Dr。 MacRae：
I wonder if this note will be so fortunate as to find you awake？ Perhaps you are not aware that I have called four times to offer thanks and consolation in my best bed…side manner？ I am touched by the news that Mrs。 McGurk's time is entirely occupied in taking in flowers and jelly and chicken broth； donated by the adoring ladies of the parish to the ungracious hero in a plaster cast。 I know that you find a cap of homespun more comfortable than a halo； but I really do think that you might have regarded me in a different light from the hysterical ladies in question。 You and I used to be friends （intermittently）； and though there are one or two details in our past intercourse that might better be expunged； still I don't see why we should let them upset our entire relationship。 Can't we be sensible and expunge them？
The fire has brought out such a lot of unexpected kindliness and charity； I wish it might bring out a little from you。 You see； Sandy； I know you well。 You may pose to the world as being gruff and curt and ungracious and scientific and inhuman and S C O T C H； but you can't fool me。 My newly trained psychological eye has been upon you for ten months； and I have applied the Binet test。 You are really kind and sympathetic and wise and forgiving and big； so please be at home the next time I come to see you； and we will perform a surgical operation upon Time and amputate five months。
Do you remember the Sunday afternoon we ran away； and what a nice time we had？ It is now the day after that。
SALLIE McBRIDE。
P。S。 If I condescend to call upon you again； please condescend to see me； for I assure you I won't try more than once！ Also； I assure you that I won't drip tears on your counterpane or try to kiss your hand； as I hear one admiring lady did。
THE JOHN GRIER HOME； Thursday。 Dear Enemy：
You see； I'm feeling very friendly toward you this moment。 When I call you 〃MacRae〃 I don't like you； and when I call you 〃Enemy〃 I do。
Sadie Kate delivered your note （as an afterthought）。 And it's a very creditable production for a left…handed man； I thought at first glance it was from Punch。
You may expect me tomorrow at four； and mind you're awake！ I'm glad that you think we're friends。 Really； I feel that I've got back something quite precious which I had carelessly mislaid。
S。 McB。
P。S。 Java caught cold the night of the fire and he has the toothache。 He sits and holds his cheek like a poor little kiddie。
Thursday； January 29。 Dear Judy：
Those must have been ten terribly incoherent pages I dashed off to you last week。 Did you respect my command to destroy that letter？ I should not care to have it appear in my collected correspondence。 I know that my state of mind is disgraceful； shocking； scandalous； but one really can't help the way one feels。 It is usually considered a pleasant sensation to be engaged； but； oh； it is nothing compared with the wonderful untrammeled； joyous； free sensation of being unengaged！ I have had a terribly unstable feeling these last few months； and now at last I am settled。 No one ever looked forward to spinsterhood more thankfully than I。
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