“Not necessary, Johnnie; all in good time.”
My master was silent for some moments. At last he spoke again:
“Girl,” said he. “You are to be married tomorrow. There won’t be any invited guests, but you needn’t mind that. You’ll have your husband, and that’s more than you deserve. You don’t want any new dresses. Your ball dress will do.”
“Come, I won’t stand that,” said Clark. “She’s got to be dressed up in tip-top style. I’ll stand the damage.”
“Oh, d—n the damage. If you want that sort of thing, it shall be done. But there won’t be time.”
“Oh well, let her fix up the best way she can.”
At this I turned and left the room. None of them tried to prevent me. I went up to my chamber, and sat down thinking. The hour had come.
This is my last entry. My only refuge from horror unspeakable is the Poison.
Perhaps one day some one will find my journal where it is concealed. Let them learn from it what anguish may be endured by the innocent.
May God have mercy upon my soul! Amen.