A handwritten missive, written with the care of one desperately forcing herself to learn the way the Standard should look. It was not as formal as previous letters, but sometimes, formality needed to be eschewed for immediacy. The note was not a dictated thing; it was a product of the thinker's hand.
The letter was on a page of printed poetry and darkened by palms of nervous tarsweat. At times the charcoal’s lines had been so exact, so studiously perfect, that the coal had been broken. Conviction. Starbursts of coal littered the words where points had shattered mid-character.
marshal emery,
many pepole think I am an arogent or uptite girl who mingels in things she shood not. But it is not like a jerno too say what she dose not think as it comes in mind
if I may I wood like to meat with you in person, there is a situation of dire importants we must discuse, an innosint friend of mine has had her life thretened, this is no light accusement and there are witnesses to the act, my [a word whose letters are unrecognizable – angular, foreign, and written with confidence] Master C_____, as well as Counsalor Tradewel amung them
threts have not stopped, you are the only strong enough person to tell them to stop it, the potion-maker is a good lady I have spent a night in the woods with her to be sure
if we may meat a day after the delivery of this letter near the time of sunsleep, maybe at the meating house where meatings should be done I wood be in your dett, please
so I do not waist your presous time just retern this letter to the courier if you cannot meat; if I hear no word I will come to you
your loyel unaformiss,
gloria
also, I will bring you a warm tea which will be vary nice
A town boy -- one to whom she had promised a pinch of coltsfoot from her clay pipe if he was swift and light of step -- brought the letter to the Meetinghouse, and shouted promptly for a one "Marshall Emory, Marshall Emory!" before the great doors had even been answered.