"Written to me? I＇ve never had your letters."
"I never sent them. I burned them up."
"Ah," laughed Isabel, "it was better that you should do that than I!"
"I thought you wouldn＇t care for them," he went on with a simplicity that touched her. "It seemed to me that after all I had no right to trouble you with letters.""I should have been very glad to have news of you.You know how I hoped that—that—" But she stopped;there would be such a 昀atness in the utterance of her thought.