But he said on his death-bed, "Jessica, you are an angel." And I have had offers since,--IMMENSE offers,--but I devoted myself to my child, as you know.

And what I have put up with, letting the first floor, nobody can tell; and only a widow's pension,--going before a magistrate to get it paid! And to think my own child, for whom I have borne so much, should behave so cruelly to me! Clandestine! that is that which stabs me.

Mrs.Inman found me crying, and said, "What is the matter ?--you who are such an angel, crying like a baby!" And I could not help saying, "'T is the serpent's tooth, Mrs.L" What you wrote to your benefactor (and I had hoped patron) I don't care to guess; something very rude and imprudent it must be, judging by the few lines he addressed to me.

I don't mind copying them for you to read.

All my acts are aboveboard, as often and often Captain H.used to say, "Your heart is in a glass case, Jessica;" and so it is! but my son keeps his under lock and key.
"Madam [this is what he writes to me], your son has thought fit to infringe the condition upon which I agreed to assist you on his behalf.
I enclose a reply to himself, which I beg you will give to his own hands without breaking the seal.