So that all that winter, when I
was at home, I lived like a hermit, all alone, having a pretty large
house, and nobody in it but myself, at nights especially; but an
elderly woman, whose father had been an old servant to the family,
came every morning and made my bed, and did what else I had occasion
for her to do, till I fell ill of the small-pox, and then I had her
with me and the nurse. But now, understanding by letter from my
sister that my father did not intend to return to settle there, I
made off those provisions which were in the house, that they might
not be spoiled when I was gone; and because they were what I should
have spent if I had tarried there, I took the money made of them to
myself for my support at London, if the project succeeded for my
going thither.
This done, I committed the care of the house to a tenant of my
father's who lived in the town, and taking my leave of Crowell, went
up to my sure friend Isaac Penington again; where understanding that
the mediation used for my admittance to John Milton had succeeded so
well that I might come when I would, I hastened to London, and in
the first place went to wait upon him.
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