The story continued by Frederick Fairley, Esquire of Limerichose.

The manner in which Mr. Fairley's narrative and other narratives that are shortly to follow

it were originally obtained forms a subject of an explanation which will appear at a later

period.

It is the grand misfortune of my life that nobody will let me alone.

Why, I ask everybody, why worry me?

Nobody answers that question, and nobody lets me alone.

Relatives, friends and strangers all combine to annoy me.

What have I done?

I ask myself, I ask my servant, Lewis, 50 times a day.

What have I done?

Neither of us can tell, most extraordinary.

The last annoyance that has assailed me is the annoyance of being called upon to write

this narrative.

It is a man in my state of nervous wretchedness, capable of writing narratives.

When I put this extremely reasonable objection, I am told that certain very serious events

relating to my niece have happened within my experience, and that I am the fit person

to describe them on that account.

I am threatened if I fail to exert myself in the manner required, with consequences, which

I cannot so much just think of without perfect prostration.

There is really no need to threaten me.

Shattered by my miserable health and my family troubles, I am incapable of resistance.

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