and an orphan daughter of his dead sister. I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe. Such a burden to be left on my hands — and so much annoyance as she caused me, daily and hourly, with her incomprehensible disposition, and her sudden starts of temper, and her continual, unnatural watchings of one’s movements! I declare she talked to me once like something mad, or like a fiend — no child ever spoke or looked as she did; I was glad to get her away from the house. I sent her to a charitable institution which cared for the orphans of clergy, and forgot her. Years later her maternal uncle, a rich merchant, visited me and asked about her, and I lied. I said that she died in that charitable school. I knew that she was well, alive and in service as a governess.
I had twice done her a wrong which I regret now. One was in breaking the promise which I gave my husband to bring you up as my own child; the other - to hiding her from her wealthy uncle...
2007-11-11
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