1. Extracted from the Journal of EZRA JENNINGS (continued)
I dare not trust myself to write down, the kind words that have been said
to me especially by Miss Verinder and Mr. Blake. Besides, it is needless.
Those words will come back to me in my solitary hours, and will help
me through what is left of the end of my life. Mr. Blake is to write,
and tell me what happens in London. Miss Verinder is to return to Yorkshire
in the autumn (for her marriage, no doubt); and I am to take a holiday,
and be a guest in the house. Oh me, how I felt, as the grateful happiness
looked at me out of her eyes, and the warm pressure of her hand said,
"This is your doing!"
My poor patients are waiting for me. Back again, this morning,
to the old routine! Back again, to-night, to the dreadful
alternative between the opium and the pain!
God be praised for His mercy! I have seen a little sunshine--
I have had a happy time.