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`` I have your letter . Will you meet me to-morrow at Eyub , in the cemetery on the hill ? I will be near the Tekkeh of the dancing Dervishes . I will be there before noon , and will wait all day . `` DION '' When he began to write he knew that he could not make his confession to Rosamund within the four walls of his sordid and dingy room . Her power to understand would surely be taken from her there . Might it not be released under the sky of morning , within sight of those minarets which he had sometimes feared , but which he had always secretly , in some obscure way , loved even in the most abominable moments of his abominable life , as he had always secretly , beneath all the hard bitterness of his stricken heart , loved Rosamund ?