Letters from A.R.E., Sixth of Seven, 9 June 18--

Sir, news has arrived of a very unprecedented matter.  Please refrain form attempting to ingratiate yourself to my already troubled heart that I had hardened against any future attempts of flattery.  And, do not say that I have lost hope of any happiness; I have only gained a rationale of which I fear you are clouding with suppressed emotions, when you should be using your better judgement.  And, I do take severe umbrage at your accusation that I am a 'prime example of the fickleness of a woman's love'.  My love is shown by my own sacrifice of selfish emotions, to leave you to a life of freedom from the fatal danger you are sure to meet in a life with me by your side.  It is the only way, and you will find my 'stubbornness' to be the victor due to my undying affection for your safety above my own happiness.--A.R.E.

Letters from A.R.E., Fifth of Seven, 25 May 18--

Mon ami, I cannot tell you how astonished I was to receive a letter from you.  Your perpetual silence seemed to be indicative of the truth I was unwilling to believe.  Forgive me then for my reproofs of long ago.  They were scornfully made, but I am afraid that no matter our wishes, the outcome must be as I have expressed previously.  Please do not be saddened by this answer that I am sure you were expecting, even as you were writing to me in apparent haste.  You know as well as I the misadventures that would follow us because of who we are, with nothing else considered, which would complicate our unique predicament.  I am sorry for being so foolish. --A.R.E.

Letters from A.R.E., Fourth of Seven, 18 April 18--

Darling friend, I am safe for the time being, yet I am not in confidence of being free à vie.  I will constantly live my life running from one or another.  I fear it will never come to a close.  What I have done will not be overlooked as we had hoped would transpire, what now feels ages--eons--ago.  I can honestly say that I have been a fool.  I have been imagining a life that could never--and was never--meant to be.  I should have understood when you ignored my hints of partnership, but it is as my dear girl said, 'Men will not easily be succumbed.'  Had I but set my vanity aside, and heeded her words, I may yet be in your favor. --A.R.E.

Letters from A.R.E., Third of Seven, 2 April 18--

Dearest, my intentions of writing cannot be fully expressed as for the insecurity of this page alighting eyes other than your own of a very precious hue.  I have tarried far too long and cannot wait a moment longer; I must depart.  I am distressed to have not heard your reply as of yet, but I can no longer hold myself to such vulnerability as has been a constant danger to me since last we met.  I am afraid that even by the time this reaches your long-missed hand, I will no longer be able to hope to hear your voice or see your passionate face.  I fear that those looking for me are close.  --A.R.E.