I am the wife of George Granger, and go to cast my lot with his.
"Your loving daughter, "EDITH." To her father she wrote: "My DEAR, DEAR FATHER: If I bring sorrow to your good and loving heart by what I have done, I know that it will be tempered with joy at my escape from a union with one from whom my soul has ever turned with irrepressible dislike.

Oh, my father, you can understand, if mother cannot, into what a desperate strait I have been brought.

I am a deer hunted to the edge of a dizzy chasm, and I leap for life over the dark abyss, praying for strength to reach the farther edge.

If I fail in the wild effort, I can only meet destruction; and I would rather be bruised to death on the jagged rocks than trust myself to the hounds and hunters.

I write passionately--you will hardly recognize your quiet child; but the repressed instincts of my nature are strong, and peril and despair have broken their bonds.