Susan is living alone with Dame Hatley while her husband, William, is
Twelve long tedious months have passed, and no tidings of William. Shame upon the unkind hearts that parted us--that sent my dear husband to dare the perils of the ocean, and made me a pining, miserable creature. Oh! the pangs, the dreadful pangs that tear the sailor's wife, as wakeful on her tear-wet pillow, she lists and trembles at the roaring sea.
Douglas Jerrold, "Black-Ey'd Susan" in Nineteenth-Century Plays, ed. George Rowell, Oxford University Press, 1987, p.8.
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