With my diary, the poor labourer (who forgives Mr.Blake for insulting her) is worthy of her hire.

Nothing escaped me at the time I was visiting dear Aunt Verinder.

Everything was entered (thanks to my early training) day by day as it happened; and everything down to the smallest particular, shall be told here.

My sacred regard for truth is (thank God) far above my respect for persons.

It will be easy for Mr.Blake to suppress what may not prove to be sufficiently flattering in these pages to the person chiefly concerned in them.