But Eddie! All the way to Baltimore-- now?"" ""Sweet Myra,"" he whispered. But leaves.... Myra, Elmira, first met him in Richmond where they both lived as children, and trailing arbutus, drawling like a southern belle, she records what happened before. He was a ""rascal"" under his ""tumbling curls""-- a strange mixture of ""affection and curiosity."" Just think how he locked up a cat in a cellar. But then he was sent away to England for five years and when he came back she was busy with her ""ladylike friends"" until one day she looked in the mirror and ""Suddenly I Knew. I was a woman."" and then there was Eddie and she was ready for all those ""trembling kisses and delicious embraces"" and they plan to marry but are thwarted. Oh telltale heart, ticking away another ten years until he comes back so that she can bring him ""peace"" and he can give up ""drink and even I must write the dreadful word-- laudanum"" before he leaves, all the way to Baltimore, to die, and she writes this memoir in this absolutely unhistoric first person. ""Now he will never read this."" Perhaps it's just as well.