It wasn't... it wasn't... brave," she said. And then she would say no more. She carried the letter off into her own room and could be heard tearing it up. Then she got into bed and lay staring into the darkness... And Dona Maria sat down to her dish amazed. She had never brought courage to either life or love. Her eyes ransacked her heart.. Tomorrow I begin a new life.. At last she cleared away the table and sitting down wrote what she called her first letter, her first stumbling misspelled letter in courage... "Let me live now," she whispered.
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