Friends I Have Made
I don't know how I got through that day and night, but I believe I did such duties as were expected from me mechanically, or as if I had been in a dream, and at night I lay wakeful and weary, with aching eyes and heart, thinking of that dreadful idea that was trying to force itself upon me.
I waited till the three years had expired, and then, with what anguish of heart no words could tell, I wrote to Jack again--my fourth letter-- begging him, imploring him to answer me, if but to tell me he was weary of his promise, and wished to be set free; and then, making a superhuman effort over myself, I waited, waited, month by month, for an answer, though I knew that it must be at least six months before one could come.
I had given up expecting one in the interim, and I was too proud to send to his relatives--distant ones, whom I had never seen, and who had probably never heard of me. The thought had taken root now, and grown