A Life for a Life, Volume 3 (of 3)Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
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A Life for a Life, Volume 3 (of 3)
Craik, Dinah Maria Mulock
Fiction
Granton told me how you bore it. Tell him, I shall remember gratefully
all my life, his goodness to you, and his leaving his young wife--(whom
he dearly loves, I can see) to come to me, here. Nor was he my only
friend; do not think I was either contemned or forsaken. Sir William
Treherne and several others offered any amount of, bail for me; but it
was better I should remain in prison, during the few days between my
committal and the assizes. I needed quiet and solitude.
Therefore, my love, I dared not have seen you, even had you immediately
come to me. You have acted in all things as my dear girl was sure to
act, wise, thoughtful, self-controlled, and oh! how infinitely loving.
I had to stop here for want of daylight--but they have now brought me my
allowance of candle--slender enough, so I must make haste.
I wish you to have this full account as soon as possible after the brief
telegram which I know Mr. Granton sent you, the instant my trial was
over. A trial, however, it was not--in my ignorance of law, I imagined
much that never happened. What did happen, I will here set down.
You must not expect me to give many details; my head was rather
confused, and my health has been a good deal shaken, though do not take
heed of anything Granton may tell you about me or my looks. I shall
recover now.
Fortunately, the four days of imprisonment gave me time to recover
myself in a measure, and I was able to write out the statement I meant
to read at my trial. I preferred reading it, lest any physical weakness
might make me confused or inaccurate. You see I took all rational
precautions for my own safety. I was as just to myself as I would have
been to another man. This for your sake, and also for the sake of those
now dead, upon whose fair name I have brought the first blot.
But I must not think of that--it is too late. What best becomes me
is humility, and gratitude to God and man. Had I known in my wretched
youth, when, absorbed in terror of human justice, I forgot justice
divine, had I but known there were so many merciful hearts in this
world!
After Colin Granton left me last night, I slept quietly, for I felt
quiet and at rest. O the peace of an unburdened conscience, the freedom
of a soul at ease--which, the whole truth being told, has no longer
anything to dread, and is prepared for everything!
I rose calm and refreshed, and could see through my cell-window that it
was a lovely spring morning. I was glad my Theodora did not know what
particular day of the assizes was fixed for my trial. It would make
things a little easier for her.
It was noon before the case came on: a long time to wait.
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