Wednesday, February 18th.
Gibbes has gone back to his regiment. I can’t say how dreary I felt when he came to tell me good-bye. I did not mean to cry; but how could I help it when he put his arms around me? . . .
Wednesday, February 18th.
Gibbes has gone back to his regiment. I can’t say how dreary I felt when he came to tell me good-bye. I did not mean to cry; but how could I help it when he put his arms around me? . . .