Gothic fiction; Guardian and ward -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Stealthily and hurriedly, for Kitty was sleeping in the dressing-room, I
went through my preparations. They were not many; there were some
letters to be burned and one to be written, some clothes to be selected
and made up into a package, a trinket to be clasped round Kitty's arm,
and a coin slipped in her hand, and I was ready. I looked at my watch;
it was half-past three, the faint grey dawn was just streaking the
eastern sky, I must go. Where should I put my letter? I sat down and
hurriedly wrote the address, then with a momentary indecision, the first
that had marked my rapid movements since my resolution was taken, I
opened and read it over:
"You will not be surprised when you find that I have gone away. You can
understand, if you will think a moment about it, and try to realize what
I should have to endure in concealing and controlling my feelings, that
it is the only thing I could do. My life with Mrs. Churchill has grown
so intolerable that I had before this resolved it should not continue.
And now is the best time to do what at any other moment would be
painful, but which at this, is only a relief. Inquiries and
investigations as to where I go, will be just so many cruelties; will
you do this last of many kindnesses, and help to cover my retreat, and
keep them from any attempts to find me? It would kill me to have to face
any of them now; will you not trust me enough to help me to the only
comfort possible to me now, solitude and rest? You are ingenious, you
can divert them from it, if you try; it is not as if they had any
instincts of affection to guide them in finding me out. You need not let
them know that I did not project the pastime of last night to accomplish
a premeditated flight. If you ever had any kindness for me, do not try
to find me out yourself, _do not let them_. You may trust me when I
promise you I will do nothing rash, nothing that you would not approve
if I could tell you. I promise you that I will remember my religion and
my womanhood, and spend what length of life God sentences me to, as
penitently, patiently and reasonably as He will grant me grace to do. If
you will show this proof of confidence and friendship, you will never
repent it.
"God knows, you have little reason to trust in me: but I am changed--I
am much changed--I will not deceive you now. If you will believe in me
this once, and shield me from exposure, and leave me in peace where I
may choose to go, I will pledge you my word that as soon as I shall
ascertain that you have sailed for Europe, I will write you fully and
truthfully where I am, and what I intend to do, and will from that time
make no secret of my place of abode and my plans.
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