It is not a giddy girl who is writing to you. It is a woman who has
learned to look upon things with fair judgment, notwithstanding that
she has suffered deeply from a cruel wrong inflicted upon her.
When you first came to me I was a child almost in years. I had had no
opportunity of knowing the world, or of gaining that experience which
is necessary to those who move in its busy quarters. I had never known
trouble or sorrow, and, until my father fell into misfortune, I had
lived very happily with him. He had his faults, I do not doubt, as we
all have; but he was a good father to the last, and I loved him to the
last. You judged him harshly, I know, and made no excuses for him--but
it is in your nature to judge harshly. Weak as he was to some extent,
I do not believe that he would have wronged his wife--doubly wronged
her--and then have deserted her: as you wronged and deserted me. I
have some remembrance of my mother, who died when I was very young,
and I know that he was indulgent and good to her.
I fancy I can see a hard look on your face at the word indulgent. But
some natures require indulgence, and are the better and the happier
for it. You were for a time indulgent to me, and it was for this, as
well as for other qualities in you upon which I placed higher value
than you deserved, that I loved you.
Yes, I loved you. I scarcely know whether you ever believed I
did; for, thinking over matters since our separation, I have
arrived--whether rightly or wrongly--at what I believe to be a correct
estimate of your character, at what assuredly is a correct estimate if
you are destined to read it. I see you, hard and intolerant; doubtful
of goodness in others; prone to place the most uncharitable
construction on the actions of others. Lightness of heart is in your
eyes a sign of levity. Surely the moods which were familiar to me in
the first days of our acquaintanceship, and in the first few months of
our wedded life, must have been foreign to your nature.
I see something more in you. I see you false to your wife and to your
marriage vows. I see you, who prided yourself upon your sense of
justice, most unjust and ungenerous to me. Let your heart answer if I
am wrong.
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