Who will I write to in these days ahead? No one? For I am starting a new life with Anthony Hope.
I must have been mad.
Well, I was in a mad house.
He makes me want to sing. I can't help myself to be drawn to him. I thought it true last night while I was in the hay with him. It was brilliant!
I was not a bore. Yet not a harlot, but he does maketh me quiver. Ah, if only I had been educated properly instead of sent to live in that horrible man's house all these years I might be a romance novelist by now.
I should not pity myself. Because I could have had a rather wretched existence in a workhouse with orphans.
Tis true, I have been blessed by my Anthony Hope. I shall never give up Hope, for I have kissed it and I shall honor it.
Just get me to a priest quick, a country preacher would do.
I feel a burning desire to be with no other. Where will this little journey take us?
I heart Anthony,