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_Ruth's Letter to Maurice, Six Months Later._
The springtime is here in our old home again, / Which again you have left. Oh, most worthy of men, / Why grieve for unworthiness? Why waste your life / For a woman who never was meant for a wife? / Mabel Lee has no love in her nature. Your heart / Would have starved in her keeping. She plays her new part, / As the faithful, forgiving, sweet spouse, with content. / I think she is secretly glad Roger went / Astray for a season. She stands up still higher / On her pedestal, now, for Bay Bend to admire. / She is pleased with herself. As for Roger, he trots / Like a lamb in her wake, with the blemishing spots / Of his sins washed away by the Church. Oh I seem / To myself, in these days, like one waked from a dream / To blessed reality. Off in the Bay / I saw a fair snowy sailed ship yesterday.