Running feet. Charlotte and I sat like that for a long time,remembering.
It did not happen. At Christmas she fell ill, and in the New Year she was worse. She felt sick all the time because of the baby, and she are nothing. She lay in bed all day, hotand coughing. Arthur Nicholls cared for her wonderfully – I think he often stayed awake all night. But it did not help.
On 31st March 1855 the last of my six children deid. It was early in the morning. Arthur Nicholls was sitting by her bad, and I was standing by the door. She was asleep with her hand in his. Her face in her face.
Oh God, she whispered. I am not going to die, am I ? Please don’t take me away from Arthur now – we have been so happy.
Those were the last words she ever said. A little while later, I walked solely out to the house. As went into the graveyard, the church bell began to ring. It was ringing to tell Haworth and all the world that Charlotte was dead