When the document just mentioned has been signed, I shall send a copy of
it to the rector of your parish. Without it he will know nothing but
what you and your mother tell him, and he will be in a false position.
I hereby caution you that I shall not lose sight of you, and if at any
time proof of improper relationship should be obtained, I shall take
advantage of it.
CHARLES CRAGGS.
* * * * *
BLACKDEEP, 26_th_ _March_ 1839.
DEAREST MOTHER,—This letter came this morning, and I send it at once to
you at Ely. Am I to answer it? When I read some parts I wished he had
been near me that I might have caught him by the throat. I should have
exulted that for once I could move him, although it should be by terror.
It is strange that not until now did I know he was so brutal. Notice
that, according to him, if a wife leaves her husband it must be for a
rival. He does not understand how much she can hate him, body and soul,
and with no thought of a lover; that her loathing needs no other passion
to inflame it, and that the touch of his clean finger may be worse to her
than a leper’s embrace.
When I had written so far I was afraid. I knelt down and cried to our
Father who is in Heaven.—Your loving daughter,
ESTHER.
* * * * *
ELY, 28_th_ _March_ 1839.
You must not reply. I have always tried not to answer back if it will do
no good. In a way, I am not sorry he has written in this style to you.
It proves that the leading I had was true. I feared cruel claws ever
since I first set eyes on him notwithstanding he was so even-tempered,
and I am glad he has not shown them till you are safe in Blackdeep. I
know what you will have to go through in time to come, but for all that I
am sure I am right and that you are right. I am more sure than ever. I
am sorry for him, but he will soon settle down and rejoice that you have
gone. That spiteful word about my religion does not disturb me. I have
my own religion. I have brought up my children in it. I have taught
them to fear God and to love the Lord Jesus Christ, who has stood by me
in all my troubles and guided me in all my straits whenever I have been
willing to wait His time. I bless God, my dear child, that you have not
gone away from your mother’s faith—ay, and your father’s too—and that you
can still pray to your Heavenly Father in your distress. Be thankful you
have been spared the worst, that you have not grown hard.
I shall come back this week; your aunt wants you here, and a change will
do you good.
* * * * *
BLACKDEEP, 10_th_ _April_ 1839.
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