He was shut up, I don't know where, but think it was where they put people with bad heads, and he forget everything till he was out, and as far as Paris on his way to America.

Then he remembered and wrote me from Liverpool such a letter--full of love and sorrow for the past, and sent me such lovely diamonds, just like those he had bought for his sister in America, he said--and he was going home at such a date on the Scotia, and he wished me to join him in Liverpool.

I send the letter with this to prove that I write true.
But it was too late, for I was too weak to travel; neither could I write to him, for he gave me no address.

'That was last September, and I have been dying ever since, for my heart broke when I thought of what was and what might have been could I have found him.

The money he sent me then I am saving for Nannine and Jerrie to take them to America when I am dead.