“And what are you ashamed of? It is no shame to love him.”
“No, no, and all would be well enough, but that they beat me and took away the baby—my brother John did.”
“But did William ever swear to you, that if he mot a girl more beautiful, he would cease to love you, and to write to you?”
“No, he promised to marry me.”
“And do you know why he does not?”
“If I could, find him he would. Oh, if you see him, will you tell him that I’m waiting, and that all’s ready?”
“You,” said Jane, “have been guilty of a great sin.”
“So they said, and that I brought myself to shame too. But William will take away that if I could find him.”
“You told an indirect falsehood to your father—you concealed the truth—and now the hand of God is upon you. There is nothing for you now but death.”
“I don’t like death—it took away my baby—if they would give me back my baby I would not care—-except John—I would hide from him.”