Oh! how shall I go on?
The retrospect I am compelled to take is frightful, but I cannot shun it.

The foul and false suspicions entertained by my husband began to settle on the child.

He would not believe it to be his own.

With violent oaths and threats he first announced his odious suspicions to Elizabeth Device, and she, full of terror, communicated them to me.

The tidings filled me with inexpressible alarm; for I knew, if the dread idea had once taken possession of him, it would never be removed, while what he threatened would be executed.