I am going away, and taking my son with me.

I don't know the law, and so I don't know with which of the parents the son should remain; but I take him with me because I cannot live without him.

Be generous, leave him to me.

" Up to this point she wrote rapidly and naturally, but the appeal to his generosity, a quality she did not recognize in him, and the necessity of winding up the letter with something touching, pulled her up.

" Of my fault and my remorse I cannot speak, because..." She stopped again, finding no connection in her ideas.