The day before John went
to London she was ill and had to leave her loom. The next day Gammer
Denby came to tell me she was very ill and must have a good doctor. I
sent one and in the afternoon went to see her. By this time her husband
had been called from the mill, and while I was sitting at the dying
woman's side, he came in.'"
"Stop, Jane. My dear love, what is the use of bringing that dying bed to
our fireside? Mother should not have repeated such a scene."
"She did, however. I was leaving the room when she said, 'Listen a
moment, Jane. The man entered angrily, and leaning on the footboard of
the bed cried out, "So you've been at your old tricks once more,
Susanna! This is the third time. You are a bad woman. I will never live
with you again. I am going away forever, and I'll take little Willy with
me. If you aren't fit to be a mother, you aren't fit to be a wife!" She
cried out pitifully, but he lifted the child in his arms and went out
with him.'
"At these words, John, I rang the bell and ordered my horse.
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