Chapter 27
Letter XXVII. Miss Howe to Mrs. Judith Norton, Saturday evening, May 13th. Dear Good Woman, Your Beloved's Honour is inviolate, must be inviolate, and will be so in spite of men and devils. Could I have had hope of a reconciliation, all my view was,
that she should not have had this man. All that can be said now is, she must run the risk of a bad husband, she of whom no man living is worthy. You pity her mother, so do not I. I pity no mother, that puts it out of her power to show maternal love and humanity,
in order to patch up for herself a precarious and sorry quiet, which every blast of wind shall disturb. I hate tyrants in every form and shape, but paternal and maternal tyrants are the worst of all, for they can have no bowels. I repeat, that I pity none of them. Our beloved friend only deserves pity. She had never been in the hands of this man, but for them. She is quite blameless. You don't know all her story.
Were I to tell you that she had no intention to go off with this man, it would avail her nothing. it would only deserve to condemn with those who drove her to extremities him who now must be her refuge I am your sincere friend and servant
Anna Howe End of letter 27
