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IMMEDIATE

A Hockley Esq

“Roslyn”

Claremont Grove

Snakes Lane

Woodford, Essex

Brentford

August 24^th 1898

My dearest Husband, 

The boy and myself returned here last night from Bournemouth after a rather tiring (to me) fortnight. The place of course is pretty enough, but oh! Dreadfully RELAXING. However Miss Winifred has said Bournemouth, so Bournem’th of course it was – though really it has made me more dead than alive & I thought of & longed many time while there for SUTTON, if it had only been one breath of it & then I know if you had not been there, I should have been discontent.

Oh! My dearest, do, please let me come home – I am very sorry for my part in the differences that arose between us – I should come over to Woodford today, but that CHAINED DOOR is too much for me, it turns me cold & faint to think of it. And yet I am afraid you will never write to me here, but you know you sent a message to me by the old caretaker, so my dear old man, you might send another. And you know until I get a school, I’ve absolutely no other place to go to. And I am afraid that even here, we are beginning to wear out our welcome. They think that you ought to be made to support us – and all the rest of it, but oh my dear boy you know I could never take up that position towards you – it would just break my heart ALTOGETHER – if you wont have us, why of course I’ll work – but dear, even if this is to be, even if you wont have us, cant we be FRIENDS, oh, don’t be angry still, please forgive all I said & did, I am punished enough if you only knew all & no one can tell how bitterly I repent coming away & yet at the time I felt it was a WISE thing to do, I felt it would make a break in the feeling that existed between us & then too I felt in such a dreadful state of mind that I scarcely knew what I did. I only know I felt very queer & that I was so after I came here.

 If I don’t write to you at any time don’t think it is because I forget you at home. Far from it, I never cease to remember, & my dear old husband, I beg of you, I implore you to let me come home. Goodbye – I am writing for two or three schools, I don’t want to stay here – but I want to come home please let me.

Always your loving wife

Georgie Hockley.

Picture of Claremont Grove as is today. Apologies for angel of photograph, but I cant quite figure out how to turn it - any advice very welcome!