Diary: March 28, 1676
Diary: March 28, 1676In many ways, it has been an unnerving day. And, certainly, one I never saw coming. How did it happen? Jesu. How was it even possible?
I have at last been allowed to visit Sam again. He had refused to see me until better accommodation had been arranged once more. I could hardly bear imagining surroundings so bad he refused to let me to see them after that freezing bare cell in the Wakefield Tower. Connor had carried my notes begging to visit him each day and returned with the same answer, to wait.
Once again, I travelled there by hackney and went alone. If Catherine should discover I visited him, it would cause yet another frenetic scene of anguish. Many such had already occurred because of my support for him. And my father’s refusal to condemn
