Posthumous Works of Mary Wollstonecraft/Volume 4/Letter 73
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LETTER LXXIV.
Thursday Afternoon.
Mr. ——— having forgot to desire you to send the things of mine which were left at the house, I have to request you to let ——— bring them ⟨onto⟩ ———.
I shall go this evening to the lodging; so you need not be restrained from coming here to transact your business.—And, whatever I may think, and feel—- you need not fear that I shall publicly complain—No! If I have any criterion to judge of right and wrong, I have been most ungenerously treated: but, wishing now only to hide myself, I shall be silent as the grave in which I long to forget myself. I shall protect and provide for my child.—I only mean by this to say, that you having nothing to fear from my desperation.
Farewel.
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