She is not always as mild as
you see her now, though her frenzied moods do not occur as
frequently as they did. She loves me, I think, as an infant loves
its mother, and is better when I am with her. At all events, since
coming to Grassy Spring, she has been unusually quiet, until
within the last two weeks, when a nervous fever has confined her
to her room and made her somewhat unmanagable. Griswold said she
would be better here, and though I had not much faith in the
experiment, I see now that he was right. Griswold is always right,
and had I followed his advice years ago, much of my trouble might
have been averted. Edith, never conceal a single act, if you wish
to be happy. A little fault, if covered up, grows into a mountain;
and the longer it is hidden, the harder it is to be confessed.
This is my experience. There was a false step at first, and it
lies too far back in the past to be remedied now. No one knows of
it but myself, Griswold, Nina, and my God. Yes, there IS one more
whose memory might be refreshed, but I now have no fear of him.
Pages:
217
218
219
220
221
222
223
224
225
226
227
228
229
230
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241