Here am I, a poor desolate widow, deprived of the best of husbands, my health gone in attending and nursing him, my spirits still worse, all my peace in this world destroyed, with hardly enough to support me in the rank of a gentlewoman, and enable me to live so as not to disgrace the memory of the dear departed-what possible comfort could I have in taking such a charge upon me as Fanny? 
Here am I, a poor desolate widow, my health and spirits gone, my peace destroyed, with hardly enough to support me-what possible comfort could I have in taking such a charge upon me as Fanny? 