From the Journal of Anne Lister

2nd November 1832

We fretted ourselves to sleep last night… the tears silently trickling from my cheeks down hers… On awaking found myself as tearful as ever, just before getting up I got scissors, took up her night chemise and attempted to cut the lock but kissed her queer, gave her the scissors, said she must cut it for me herself… She hung upon me and cried and sobbed aloud at parting… ‘Well’, said I to myself as I walked off, ‘a pretty scene we have had but surely I care not much and shall take my time of suspense very quietly’.

Read more about Anne Lister and see more from her diary at the West Yorkshire Archive Service Exhibit blog.


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