It ran:
"JOHN WESTERFELT,--I heard you Come Nigh meeting yore Death. The Lord
let you live to make you Suffer. The worst pain is not in the body But
in the Soul. You will likely live a long time and never git over yore
guilty suffering. The Report has gone out that some gal over thar tuk
care of you while you wus down in Bed. Well, it would be jest like you
to try yore skill on her. God Help her. I dont know her, nor nothin
about her, but she ort ter be warned. Ef she loved you with all Her
soul you would pick a Flaw somehow. Mark my words. You will live to
See Awful Shapes when nobody else does. Yore Hell Has begun. It will
Go on for everlastin and everlastin.
"SUE DAWSON."
He put the letter into his pocket and went to the window and drew down
the shade. Then he locked the door and placed the candle on the
mantel-piece and stood an open book before it, so that his bed was in
the shadow. He listened to hear if Washburn was moving below, then
knelt by the bed and covered his face with his hands. He tried to
pray, but could think of no words to express his desires.
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