Even then she had no thought of going back
until her work was done, but she did an unusual thing for her, unused
to demonstration of any sort. She kissed his ring.
Followed directions about sending the money from the church society,
a description of Morley's and Trafalgar Square, an account of tea at
the Travers', and of the little donkey--without mention, however, of
Henri. She felt that Harvey would not understand Henri.
But at the end came the passage which poor Harvey read and re-read
when the letter came, and alternately ground his teeth over and kissed.
"I do love you, Harvey dear. And I am coming back to you. I have felt
that I had to do what I am doing, but I am coming back. That's a
promise. Unless, of course, I should take sick, or something like
that, which isn't likely."
There was a long pause in the writing here, but Harvey could not know
that.
"I shall wear your ring always; and always, Harvey, it will mean to
me that I belong to you. With dearest love.
"SARA LEE"
Then she added a postscript, of course.
"The War Office is not letting people cross to Calais just now. But
I am going to do it anyhow.
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