Dear Edith, By the time you read this, I will be gone. Your father made evident to me that in my present economic condition, I was not in a position to provide for you, and to this I agreed. He also asked me to break your heart, to take the blame. And to this, I agreed too. By this time surely I’ve accomplished both. But know this; when I can prove to your father that all I ask of him is his consent, and nothing more, then, and only then, will I come back for you. Yours, Thomas.
Slutty Yorick 