And they made a Marriage between her and
Richard, Richard that was mine. He had lov'd me an they had
let us be. Once pledg'd, he had held fast to his word. Nor
would I, for his own Soul's sake, have let him go. There is
none, none under the sun but me alone, was strong enough to
have sav'd Richard.
'T is true, as men judge such things, his Conduct to me was
but Gallant Pleasantry, such as Fine Gentlemen do show to
Favour'd Ladies. And he did Spare my Pride. Never did he
show by word or Deed, or admit to any, that I had car'd more
Deeply than he. But Emily knew. I knew she knew. Saw it in
her Eyes, that look'd on me with Pity. I will not brok that
any mortal Woman shall Pity me!
Secretly I suffer'd, suffer'd so that a Burning fire crept &
crept into my Brain and Stay'd, nor has left me, Day or
Night. And in all the World was no one I might Weep before,
or that would Comfort me and leave me Unasham'd, save
Shooba, the witch doctor, whom the slaves Fear for that he
hath a Snake-soul and makes Charms and casts Spells.
'T is true, that Shooba hath a Spiritt.
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