I do not fear to be alone or to be spurned for another or to leave whatever I have to leave. What I was doing was what he had earnestly hoped and directly asked of me, and that I COULD, after all, do it proved even a greater joy than I had expected. He climbed to the crest of the sandhill and gazed about him. Grose found a moment to say to me quietly: "Have you written, miss?" "Yes--I've written.