A tradesman became attached to me, and visited me frequently,--and I at last obtained such a power over him, that he offered to take me home to his house .-- Consider, dear madam, I was famishing: wonder not that I became a wolf!--The only reason for not taking me home immediately, was the having a girl in the house, with child by him--and this girl--I advised him--yes, I did! would I could forget it!--to turn out of doors: and one night he determined to follow my advice.

Poor wretch! She fell upon her knees, reminded him that he had promised to marry her, that her parents were honest!--What did it avail ?--She was turned out.
"She approached her father's door, in the skirts of London,--listened at the shutters,--but could not knock.

A watchman had observed her go and return several times--Poor wretch!--[The remorse Jemima spoke of, seemed to be stinging her to the soul, as she proceeded.] "She left it, and, approaching a tub where horses were watered, she sat down in it, and, with desperate resolution, remained in that attitude--till resolution was no longer necessary! "I happened that morning to be going out to wash, anticipating the moment when I should escape from such hard labour.

I passed by, just as some men, going to work, drew out the stiff, cold corpse--Let me not recall the horrid moment!--I recognized her pale visage; I listened to the tale told by the spectators, and my heart did not burst.

I thought of my own state, and wondered how I could be such a monster!--I worked hard; and, returning home, I was attacked by a fever.