gave mortal offence. He swore it was not, nor ever should be, mine; and he’d⁠—but I’ll not repeat his language, nor describe his habitual conduct: he is ingenious and unresting in seeking to gain my abhorrence! I sometimes wonder at him with an intensity that deadens my fear: yet, I assure you, a tiger or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens. He told me of Catherine’s illness, and accused my brother of causing it promising that I should be Edgar’s proxy in suffering, till he could get hold of him.

I do hate him⁠—I am wretched⁠—I have been a fool! Beware of uttering one breath of this to anyone at the Grange. I shall expect you every day⁠—don’t disappoint me!⁠—