I was quite sure that I should be dead
before he received it, for I knew I should not live long with Richard
Dawson as his wife, if indeed I were not saved before that. I was glad
to think that I was growing thin; that I was languid on the least
exertion, and had no appetite for my food. I hoped that God would be
merciful to me, and that I should just save them and die. And presently
Theobald would come home to them and they would be happy.
And so I thought that I would write a letter to Anthony Cardew, so that
when I was dead he would understand and be sorry for me. And I sat down
and wrote it. For I could not bear that he should think me unworthy and
shameful, seeing that I loved him with all my heart and soul.
CHAPTER XXVII
BROSNA
I made several attempts at the letter, and discarded them all. And at
last, lest I should be interrupted and the letter never be written, I
wrote in a great hurry.
"Dear Captain Cardew,
"I hope this letter will reach you safely, so that in the days to
come you will not misjudge me. You wrote to me that you were giving
me up to my cousin. That you could not do, for I loved only you,
and did from the hour I first laid eyes on you, and shall for ever.
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