Having committed this folly, and being unwilling to humble myself, and appeal to friends who had wronged me for their interest to get me released, I have looked the hardship and degradation before me in the face, and sought to encounter it manfully.

The ordeal has been thus far most severe, and I have yet two years of trial before me.

As I am where I am by my own act, I will not complain, and yet, I have felt it hard to be cut off from all the sympathy and kind interest of my friends--to have no word from home--to feel that none cares for me.
I know that I have offended both my father and grandfather past forgiveness, and my mind is made up to seek for no reconciliation with them.

I cannot stoop to that.

I have too much of the blood of the Loftons in my veins.
"But why write this to you, Jenny?
You will hardly understand how such feelings can govern any heart--your own is so gentle and innocent in all of its impulses.