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_Lago d'Iseo, August 14th_.
When I said good-by to you yesterday I promised to come back to Venice in a week: I was to give you your answer then. I was not honest in saying that; I didn't mean to go back to Venice or to see you again. I was running away from you -- and I mean to keep on running! If _you_ won't, _I_ must. Somebody must save you from marrying a disappointed woman of -- well, you say years don't count, and why should they, after all, since you are not to marry me?