Violet Jacob > Irresolute Catherine

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Heber had brought the girl he loved, and,
with the miraculous blindness of manhood,
had given her into the charge of the woman
who loved him.
If Susannah’s views of life were more
enterprising than those of her neighbours
her education had not differed from theirs,
so it was a laborious business to her to
write a letter. She went through a good
deal of mental exercise before she lost sight
of it in the maw of the local postman’s bag.
“ Mister Saunders, Sir,” she had begun :
“ I take the liberty of writing these
few lines. Mister Saunders you may spose
Catherine Dennis is gone with Heber, but
not she. He nows no more nor you where
shes gone. She run from here for fere of
him sir, if you look you will find her yet.
“No more from your welwisher,
“ Susannah Moorhouse.”
Whether or no she expected an answer
to this letter, she hoped for one ; and when
some days passed and brought no sign from
Charles, she began to grow restless. Heber