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[a_nameless_maid]

I am with child.

His child...

I've cried. I've pleaded for it not to be so. I've been alternately furious and wrought with grief.

I've felt fleeting surges of a joy I've never known.

I cannot stay...but I tried to leave and I cannot.

I avoided Mrs. Linton last night...even the doctor, for I hate to tell him the finer details. I would seek out Erik, for he...comforts me with his plain talk and his uncompromising eyes...but I dare not risk seeing the others. I can only be a coward for so long before I am dismissed..and not for my condition.

I should go down tonight...after this illness passes. It seems that my stomach will not accept anything...

Sweet Lord...what will I do?