“Dear, if your heart is hard towards me⁠—justly hard, I know⁠—but, listen, if it is hard, dear, ask him I have wronged the most⁠—him whose wife I was to have been⁠—before you quite decide against my poor poor prayer! If he should be so compassionate as to say that you might write something for me to read⁠—I think he would, oh, I think he would, if you would only ask him, for he always was so brave and so forgiving⁠—tell him then (but not else), that when I hear the wind blowing at night, I feel as if it was passing angrily from seeing him and uncle, and was going up to God against me. Tell him that if I was to die tomorrow (and oh, if I was fit, I would be so glad to die!) I would bless him and uncle with my last words, and pray for his happy home with my last breath!”