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.