I told you that I would write if it came as I was going
away, but I've been forced to go without writing. There
was nothing to write with at the cottage. Mrs. Burrows
and me had words, and I thought as she would rob me, and
perhaps worse. She is a bad woman, and I could stand it no
longer, so I just come up here, as there was nowhere else
for me to find a place to lie down in. I thought I'd just
write and tell you, because of my word; but I know it
isn't no use.
I'd send my respects and love to father and mother, if I
dared. I did think of going over; but I know he'd kill me,
and so he ought. I'd send my respects to Mrs. Fenwick,
only that I isn't fit to name her;--and my love to sister
Fanny. I've come away here, and must just wait till I die.
Yours humbly, and most unfortunate,
CARRY.
If it's any good to be sorry, nobody can be more sorry
than me, and nobody more unhappy. I did try to pray when
you was gone, but it only made me more ashamed. If there
was only anywhere to go to, I'd go.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE BULL AT LORING.
Gilmore had told his friend that he would do two things,--that he
would start off and travel for four or five years, and that he would
pay a visit to Loring. Fenwick had advised him to do neither, but to
stay at home and dig and say his prayers. But in such emergencies
no man takes his friend's advice; and when Mr. Chamberlaine had
left him, Gilmore had made up his mind that he would at any rate go
to Loring. He went to church on the Sunday morning, and was half
resolved to tell Mrs. Fenwick of his purpose; but chance delayed her
in the church, and he sauntered away home without having mentioned
it. He let half the next week pass by without stirring beyond his
own ground. During those three days he changed his mind half a dozen
times; but at last, on the Thursday, he had his portmanteau packed
and started on his journey. As he was preparing to leave the house
he wrote one line to Fenwick in pencil. "I am this moment off to
Loring.--H. G." This he left in the village as he drove through to
the Westbury station.
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