A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIVJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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A Whim, and Its Consequences: Collection of British Authors Vol. CXIV
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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"Dear Mr. Winslow," the letter began.--There had evidently been a
struggle how to commence it. She had even blotted the words Mr.
Winslow, though Rose Tracy was not apt to blot her letters. The
prisoner thought that he could discern the name of Chandos traced and
erased beneath; and he murmured to himself, "She might have left it."
"Dear Mr. Winslow," wrote Rose Tracy, "although I write under great
distress of mind, from the very painful circumstances in which my
father has been placed by the failure of some extensive speculations
in which he was unfortunately led to engage, I cannot quit Northferry
without writing you a few lines (for doing which I have my uncle's
sanction) to say, that I am ready and willing to come down and give
evidence at the approaching trial; being perfectly certain of your
innocence, and believing in my heart that the crime of which you are
accused was committed by one of those persons whose voices we both
heard when we last met. I have thought it necessary to write upon this
subject, because your friend, Sir ---- seemed to doubt whether you
would wish to call me as a witness. I thank you most sincerely for
seeking to spare me the agitation which public examination in a court
of justice must always cause; and I thank you still more for that
delicate sense of honour which I know is one great cause of your
hesitation. But I do beseech you, do not let any such feelings prevent
you from using the means necessary to your exculpation. I know the
world may blame me, when it is made public, that I was aware of your
name and family; that I did not inform my father of the fact; and that
I saw you at the same spot more than once--I dare not say by accident.
The blame will perhaps be just, and probably will be more severe than
if all the truth could be stated; but I will put it to your own heart,
my friend, how much less grief the severest censure of the world would
cause than to think that you had been lost for want of my testimony.
Oh, spare me that pain, Chandos! spare me the most terrible anguish
that could be inflicted on
"ROSE TRACY."
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