too? Know? How can they know when they never experienced it? Down with all your pretended tenderness for woman's feelings! It is all hypocrisy.
"Mothers, sitting by your own happy firesides, how can you be so quiet when others are suffering so much, and denied the privilege of sitting by their firesides? Yet have I not done it? We never feel another's woe until it becomes our own. Is it possible if I should get away from this place I should ever sit quietly down forgetting the misery around me? Get away from here! What if I never should! Oh God, art thou just?"
As she thought of the doubtful chances of her escape after the letter was sent, and nothing remained to be done but to await the result, her shattered nerves gave rise to the most torturing apprehensions concerning her future safety, and the troubles might bring upon others in pursuing this course. A deadly hate towards Mr. Livingston had always existed in the breast of Mr. Carleton, and she did not know what injury his anger might prompt him to commit if he should be the instrumentality of effecting her deliverance.
The dangerous feat from the chamber window was another source of the most agonizing solicitude lest her courage should fail if the carriage did come. Every night her restless slumber was disturbed with visions of perilous adventure and hair breadth escapes. But all this anxiety was swallowed up in the overwhelming suspense lest the letter should not meet a favorable reception. Perhaps she would never hear any more from it. At this suggestion fear and
