She alone was spared, and afterwards became the wife of a sea captain, who, I fear, was not a man innocent of blood.
On this point, however, my mother was reserved, almost silent.

In the course of time she grew so wretched, as the wife of this man, that she sent a letter to England, addressed to some remembered relative, imploring him to save her from a life that was worse than death.

This letter fell into the right hands.

A cousin was sent out from England, and she fled with him.

No attempt, as far as we know, was ever made to follow and regain her She did not live many years afterwards.