I promise you, I shall never claim her
back. She shall be yours always. Her name is Ragna; she was born
February 25th, and was christened two months later. I have prayed to
God that she may bring happiness into your life, that she may
expiate the wrong her mother did you.
I was not married until five years after you left me. It is a great
sin to say it, but I always hoped that you would come back to me I
did not know then how great my wrong was. Now I know it and I have
ceased to hope. Do not try to find me. It will be useless. I shall
never willingly cross your path, dear Edmund. I have learned that
happiness never comes where I am; and I would not darken your life
again,--no I would not, so help me God! Only forgive me, if you can,
and do not say anything bad about me to my child--ah! what a
horrible thought! I did not mean to ask you that, because I know how
good you are. I am so wild with strange thoughts, so dazed and
bewildered that I do not know what I am saying. Farewell, dear
Edmund.--Your, EMILY.
If you should decide not to keep my little girl (as I do not think
you will), send a line addressed E.H.H., to the personal column in
the 'N.Y. Herald.' But do not try to find me.
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