don’t never any more want to be a trouble to you.  You certainly make me see things Melanctha, I never any other way could be knowing.  You been very good and patient to me, when I was certainly below you in my right feeling.  I certainly never have been near so good and patient to you every any way Melanctha, I certainly know that Melanctha.  But Melanctha, with me, it certainly is, always to be good together, two people certainly must be thinking each one as good as the other, to be really loving right Melanctha.  And it certainly must never be any kind of feeling, of one only taking, and one only just giving, Melanctha, to me.  I know you certainly don’t really ever understand me now Melanctha, but that’s no matter.  I certainly do know what I am feeling now with you real Melanctha.  And so good-bye now for good Melanctha.  I say I can never ever really trust you real Melanctha, that’s only just certainly from your way of not being ever equal in your feeling to anybody real, Melanctha, and your way never to know right how to remember.  Many ways I really trust you deep Melanctha, and I certainly do feel deep all the good sweetness you certainly got real in you Melanctha.  Its only just in your loving me Melanctha.  You never can be equal to me and that way I certainly never can bear any more to have it.  And so now Melanctha, I always be your friend, if you need me, and now we never see each other any more to talk to.”

And then Jeff Campbell thought and thought, and he could never make any way for him now, to see it different, and so at last he sent this letter to Melanctha.

And now surely it was all over in Jeff Campbell.  Surely now he never any more could know Melanctha.  And yet, perhaps Melanctha really loved him.  And then she would know how much it hurt him never any more, any way, to see her, and perhaps she would write a line to tell him.  But that was a foolish way for Jeff ever to be thinking.  Of course Melanctha never would write a word to him.  It was all over now for always, everything between them, and Jeff felt it a real relief to him.

For many days now Jeff Campbell only felt it as a relief in him.  Jeff was all locked up and quiet now inside him.  It was all settling down heavy in him, and these days when it was sinking so deep in him, it was only the rest and quiet of not fighting that he could really feel inside him.  Jeff Campbell could not think now, or feel anything else in him.  He had no beauty nor any goodness to see around him.  It was a dull, pleasant kind of quiet he now had inside him.  Jeff almost began to love this dull quiet in him, for it was more nearly being free for him than anything he had known in him since Melanctha Herbert first had moved him.  He did not find it a real rest yet for him, he had not really conquered what had been working so long in him, he had not learned to see beauty and real goodness yet in what had happened to him, but it was rest even if he was sodden now all through him.  Jeff Campbell liked it very well, not to have fighting always going on inside him.