Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 35 )
I turned back to Cathy Eddowes, who credit to her, had followed my instructions and staunched the flow of blood. I bade her to keep Mary calm whilst I summoned a carriage, I was taking Mary home, The only place where she would receive comfort and care.
I knew Mrs Mc Ginty would care for her, for she was too Christian a woman, not too. I could safely trust Mary to her care. My only concern was that due to the shock and loss of blood she may develop sepsis. But she is young and strong, I pray that she survives.
All I would have to do is check her medical recovery. If that sounds callous and uncaring, it is not. Mary is but one of the many patients I must care for, The populace of Whitechapel is entrusted to my care, she is but one of them.
Due to the no doubt splendid care she received from Mrs Mc Ginty, Mary was soon on the mend, She was still recuperating in bed, but the colour was returning to her cheeks and she seemed none the worse for her ordeal.
When I visited and sat with her, she never broached the subject and neither did I. I am sure that we both wished that it had never happened. Mary seems a little estranged toward me, whether this is guilt for not confiding in me about our child, or discomfort because she feels she owes me her life, I know not.
Mary Kelly’s dairy 10th December 1886
I feel I should be happy, but I’m not, I’m still here at Jack’s but its not the same. Once he looked at me with love and longing, but now all I see is pity, and when he tires of pitying me. What then! Will I be told to go, get out there and fend for myself. As soon as I am well enough, I will leave, with my pride intact, for I have nothing else of value. I don’t want to go, but I can’t stay with a man who doesn’t love me.
(C) Damian Grange 2018