4 April 1692, Monday
I have never been prone to nightmares. I have never given credence to the Invisible World despite those who believe in magick, spells, and Specters. I have never been one to see Shadows in the corners, and I have never heard Whisperings in the night. I have never been suspicious of Unseen Forces which others dread with mortal fear. I have accepted life, and everything in it, the way I have found it—natural causes and all. Father says tis my book learning that prompts me to think such ways, but what else is knowledge for but to question and challenge?
Despite my belief in Reason, or perhaps because of it, I again broached the subject with Lizzie of our leaving for England. Father repeated his offer this morn, saying he would give Lizzie and me passage on one of his sh
