Bessy's Goodbye

I was to leave gateshead that day by a coach which passed the lodge gates at six a m. By thelight of a half moon just setting, whose rays streamed through the narrow window near my crib. Bessy was the only person yet risen. She had lit a fire in the nursery where she now proceeded to make my breakfast. Few children can eat when excited with the thoughts of a journey, nor could i. I covered my face with the bedclothes and turned from her to the wall. It was quite right, bessy. Your missus has not been my friend, she has been my foe.

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