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Choices

*-The only character that I own is Mrs. Morton. They belong to Julian Fellows, Carnival, etc.

Choices

From the time she was a young girl, Elsie Hughes knew that she had two choices in life.

She could, as her mother and grandmothers did before her, marry farmers and spend their lives as farmer’s wives.

Or she could enter service.

Service was a promising career for a young woman with an instinct for hard work and a drive to succeed.

So she did.

From the age of seventeen, Elsie rose through the ranks of several large aristocratic houses, starting from maid, to head housemaid and then to housekeeper.

Two years ago, an offer came her way. Mrs. Morton, the longtime housekeeper at Downton Abbey, seat of the Earl of Grantham in Yorkshire was retiring. The Countess of Grantham and her mother in law, the Dowager Countess, could rarely agree on anything, but they agreed that replacing Mrs. Morton would not be easy. Unbeknownst to Elsie, her former employer, a Marchioness in ______shire had submitted her name for the position. The interview and the following job offer was a shock, but it was an offer that she could not refuse.

The position and duties were satisfying. The house was large, but not too large for her to manage. The butler, Mr. Carson, though stuck in his ways, was not impossible to work with.

The Earl and Countess had three daughters. The eldest, Lady Mary, at age ten, was far too impertinent for a girl of her age. The middle daughter, Lady Edith, at age 8 was forever fighting with and trying to outdo her eldest sister. The youngest daughter at age 5, Lady Sybil, was a sweet girl who was curious about the world around her.

Elsie could have married at any time; there was no lack of eligible and interested men.

But she was happy with her choice. Some women were meant to marry and have children, but for Elsie, her life was in service and that was just fine with her.

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Behind Every Great Man- A Hitchcock Review

Behind every great man is a great woman who is loyal and hardworking & Alfred Hitchcock was no exception.

The movie Hitchcock details the making of the horror classic Psycho while allowing the audience a glimpse into the life of the movie’s iconic director, Alfred Hitchock (Anthony Hopkins) and his marriage to Alma Reville (Helen Mirren).

Alfred Hitchcock may have been public face of his movie and tv empire, but his wife, Alma was the brains behind the face, working tirelessly from begginning to end to help her husband maintain his success.

The supporting cast is well chosen: Janet Leigh (Scarlett Johansson), star of the movie, Peggy Robertson (Toni Collette), Hitch’s assistant, Whitfield Cook (Danny Huston), a writer friend of Alma’s with and Vera Miles (Jessica Biel), an actress who worked with Hitch in the past, but gave up part of her career to start a family.

The movie is entertaining and well done and an interesting view of a very iconic man whose personal life has been overshadowed by his work.

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Sandy Hook

I remember Columbine.

It was April of my senior year of high school.

The shooting was announced on the news and I didnt remember anything like that at my high school that day.

The victims of the Columbine shooting were part of my generation.

They had some of the opportunities to grow and live that the children who were murdered last friday never will.

They will never fall in love.

They will never walk across the stage to accept a diploma, they will never know what it is like to have a fulfilling career.

They will never be able to say “I do”, their children are oblitarated from this earth a generation before they would have ever existed.

I cry for them.

I cry for the school administrators and teachers who died protected their students, they are heroes in every sense of the word.

I cry for the families who have to bury their loved ones at the time of year when they should be celebrating.

We must change things in this country.

Every child must learn to respect themselves and others.

We must reform the mental health system.

And we MUST reform the gun laws. We have buried too many Americans because of gun violence.

Hug your children and tell that that no matter what, you still love them.

Thank a teacher, the job they do is one of the hardest and rewardings jobs to have.

RIP

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Love Song

*- I don’t own any of the characters, I’m just borrowing them.
*-“Love Song” One of my favorite Pink songs.

Love Song

I’ve never written a love song
That didn’t end in tears

There had been many men in her life, few with good intentions, but most were not the honorable sort. She was used to pretending, hiding under the mask of the cold, selfish society heiress. While the other girls at St Anne’s gushed about going home at Christmas and the men who came to their door, Marguerite would sequester herself in the library, hiding her pain behind the endless walls of books.

The years passed and she forced herself to suppress her true feelings, any sign of weakness would have endangered her missions. Then she walked into the Zoological society and declared that she would fund the expedition, not knowing that these complete strangers would become her family.

The reporter Ned Malone, the jungle girl Veronica Layton, and the professors Arthur Summerlee and George Challenger were her family. Then there was the hunter, Lord John Roxton.

If they were back in London, he might have been another affair, another man that would have appeared and disappeared before she knew what was happening. Here in this lost world, their previous reputations and lives were gone. But he was still a lord and she was not even close to who and what Lady Roxton should be.

“Get that thought out of your head, right now. You’re here for a reason” a voice in her head reminded her.

She had to get him out of her head.

“I’m going for a swim” she announced.

“I’m going with you” John grabbed his gun off the rack.

“Must I remind you, Lord Roxton, I am perfectly capable of taking of myself?” she asked.

“With a jungle full of predators and savages, I don’t think so” she begrudgingly allowed him to follow her.

Maybe you’ll rewrite my love song
If you can replace my fears

She would never tell him, but she was grateful he was with her.

“Water’s clear” he checked the lake for signs of life.

I need your patience and guidance
And all your lovin’ and more
When thunder rolls through my life
Will you be able to weather the storm?

The attraction was mutual, that was obvious. She had so much in her past, if they truly knew who she was and why she had funded the expedition; they would have left her in London. If anyone ever found her; all of their lives would hang in the balance.

There’s so much I would give ya, baby
If I’d only let myself
There’s this well of emotions
I feel I must protect
But what’s the point of this armor
If it keeps the love away, too?

If they knew, if he knew, how she truly felt, how much she had come to appreciate them. For the first time in her life, she finally felt like she was part of a family. But life taught her otherwise, to keep her emotions private. You never knew who was using you.

I’d rather bleed with cuts of love
Than live without any scars
Baby, can I trust this?
Or do all things end?

She was tired of running. In his arms, she felt safe and loved. Within the tree house she had the family she always wanted.

I need to hear that you’d die for me
Again and again and again

The night Osric’s men nearly killed him, her heart broke.

So tell me when you look in my eyes
Can you share all the pain and happy times
‘Cause I will love you for the rest of my life

She loved him. For the first time in her life, she loved a man who she knew would not use that love to hurt her. Maybe one day, she would tell him.

This is my very first love song
That didn’t end in tears
I think you re-wrote my love song
For the rest of my years
I will love you for the rest of my life

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Its All Coming Back To Me Now

*As usual, the characters are not mine and of course this beautiful song is also not mine, I’m just borrowing it.

*-Spoilers from Tapestry, Voodoo Queen, Amazons, Prophecies and the Secret.

*Its All Coming Back To Me Now- Meatloaf

It’s All Coming Back To Me Now

“Dinner, Lord Roxton” the guard opened the door.

“Not hungry” he mumbled.

“Suit yourself” the guard slammed the door, dropping the tin plate on the cold, hard floor.

There were nights when the wind was so cold
That my body froze in bed
If I just listened to it
Right outside the window

It has been a perfect night, their return home. They were heralded as heroes, their return the greatest event London had experienced since the end of the war. George Challenger refuted his critics; Ned Malone earned the respect and accolades he had always dreamed of. And he, Lord John Roxton had the greatest treasure of all, worth more than any inheritance; Marguerite Krux.

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever

If Lord John Richard Roxton knew nothing else, he knew women. He knew what to say, he knew how to say it, and if he did everything just so, he knew exactly where they would end up. But Marguerite Krux was not one of those women, and that alone intrigued him. Little did he know that this would be the woman who would finally mend his broken heart.

I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can’t remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made

He decided moments after she left that he could get over her. After all, not only was he a lord, but he was the hero, women would be literally throwing themselves at him. He could have any women he wanted. Then the egg cracked and the glory evaporated.

In the end, he lost everything. Challenger was dead, killed by the men who were so eager to steal the egg. Veronica and Ned were also gone, killed by the T-Rex they tried to stop from destroying London. As much as he had grown to love Challenger, Ned and Veronica, it was Marguerite’s death and her betrayal as the mastermind of the attempted theft of the egg that broke his heart. In the end, the T- Rex was herded into the Thames and drowned, but not before the reputation and good legal standing of Lord John Richard Roxton went down with the T-Rex. As the only surviving member of the Challenger Expedition, he was charged with premeditated murder and city wide destruction. His sentence was death by hanging.

But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it’s all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It’s so hard to believe but
It’s all coming back to me

The prison was cold, lonely and empty, far from the warmth and laughter that had permeated the tree house that the Challenger expedition had called home for a year. He could hear the voices of his friends; smell the aroma of dinner from the kitchen. Ned was writing in his journals, recounting the day’s adventure; Challenger was busy in his lab, excited about his latest discoveries and Veronica smiling warmly, talking about her parents. And Marguerite in her room, separated from the group, as she had done from the beginning. She knew he always watched her, even if she didn’t say it.

With her usual sarcastic tone, she would demand to know why he stood in her door, but if he caught her at the right moment, he saw another side to her, the softer side and that was worth everything.

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby

If I kiss you like this
And if you whisper like that
It was lost long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you want me like this
And if you need me like that
It was dead long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
It’s so hard to resist
And it’s all coming back to me

After his arrest, he finally learned the truth about Marguerite. The lost childhood, a series of abusive husbands, her work as Parsifal, a triple agent for both Germany and England during the war and finally paying for the expedition with laundered money, on the condition that she find the ouroboros and then she would receive her birth certificate.

I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now
But it’s all coming back

The shock had sent him reeling, the woman was far more complicated than he had ever realized. Then he knew he was in love. She was the most complex woman he had ever met and if he could do it all again, he would tell her he loved her, whatever she had been through was of no importance and whatever future obstacles stood in her path, he would be there with her. But he couldn’t and that hurt most of all.

There were those empty threats and hollow lies
And whenever you tried to hurt me
I just hurt you even worse
And so much deeper

He knew what he was doing with those women. Danielle, Isadore, even the Amazon Hippolita had tried to pry Marguerite from his heart. But in the end, no one else could replace her.

There were hours that just went on for days
When alone at last we’d count up all the chances
That were lost to us forever

It seemed that something was determined to keep them apart. Whether it was dinosaurs, native tribes or their pasts, their destinies seemed to be separate.

But you were history with the slamming of the door
And I made myself so strong again somehow
And I never wasted any of my time on you since then

Every time she pushed him away, he told himself she wasn’t worth it. He was Lord John Roxton; he could have any woman he wanted. But for some reason, the more she pushed him away, the more he wanted to know more.

“Time to go, Lord Roxton” the guards stood at his door, chains in hand.

But if I touch you like this
And if you kiss me like that
It was so long ago
But it’s all coming back to me
If you touch me like this
And if I kiss you like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me

He would give anything to see her one more time, to kiss her, to assure her that he was for real and nothing, not even death, could pry them apart.


There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things we’d never do again
But then they’d always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than all your laws allow
Baby, Baby, Baby

When you touch me like this
And when you hold me like that
It was gone with the wind
But it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
Then we see what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall
But it’s all coming back to me now

“Any last words, Lord Roxton?” he forced his fear down as the noose came into sight.

“No”.

If you forgive me all this
If I forgive you all that
We forgive and forget
And it’s all coming back to me
When you see me like this
And when I see you like that
We see just what we want to see
All coming back to me
The flesh and the fantasies
All coming back to me
I can barely recall but it’s all coming back to me now

He felt rope securing his hands as he was led up to the podium and a rag tied around his eyes.

“Marguerite” he whispered.

“What was that, Lord Roxton?” the executioner asked as he lowered the noose.

“Marguerite”

And when you kiss me like this
And when I touch you like that
If you do it like this
And if we…

The executioner kicked the trap door open and he fell through, not seeing or hearing anything, just remembering the last time he saw her and for the first time in life, he was truly and deeply in love.

“John…” he heard her voice in the distance.

“John” her voice was louder and clearer.

“Marguerite?” he woke up slowly, as the fuzzy faces of Challenger, Veronica and Malone and Marguerite came into view.

“Easy old boy, you had us worried” Challenger helped him sit up.

“What happened?” John asked.

“Raptors”.

“How many?”.

“Five, if we had arrived a few minutes later, you might have been Raptor lunch” Ned’s grim attempt at a joke did not go well.

“Excuse me” The baby wailed in his crib.

Now he remembered. Marguerite and John’s son, William Arthur had been born six weeks earlier, and after six weeks of being cooped up in the tree house, Marguerite was eager to join Veronica on a trip to the Zanga village.

“John, we’re only going to the Zanga village, we’ll be back before dinner”.

“You can’t leave him alone, Marguerite”.

“He won’t be alone, Ned will be here and so will Challenger. I’ve left milk and food for him, everything will be fine”. Inspired by Marguerite’s pregnancy, Challenger had come up with breast milk pump and a cooling system for the icebox.

“You’re not going anywhere” John thundered, grabbing her arm.

“I can do whatever I want, Lord Roxton” Growling, she walked into the elevator with Veronica.

“Dam woman, she gave birth six weeks ago and she’s ready to leave” He trekked through the jungle, looking for their next meal, not focusing on the terrain around him, including the pack of Raptors that were ready to pounce. The next thing he knew was waking up in his bed nearly a week later to his fellow travelers standing over him.

Later that night, he watched her as she walked into the bedroom. Sighing, she removed her robe and undid the braid.

“Marguerite…”

“Forget it, John” she blew out the candle and climbed into bed.

“I’m sorry” he rolled over and whispered into her ear.

“For what? For telling me I can’t go out or for scaring me?” For the first time since they found him, she cried.

“For both”.

“I’m sorry” he murmured.

“I know, don’t ever scare me like that again” she snuggled next to him. As much as he could, he wrapped his arms around her and for the first time in nearly a week, they slept together peacefully.

The End

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Hyde Park On Hudson Review

Hyde Park on Hudson is an interesting movie. It tells the story of the weekend in 1939 when the King And Queen Of England visit Franklin Delano Roosevelt and in a way, is an unofficial sequel to The Kings Speech.

Daisy (Laura Linney) is a distant cousin to Franklin Delano Roosevelt (Bill Murray) and is invited to keep him company. They soon embark on an affair.

With the war in Europe become a bigger issue every day, the King and Queen Of England (Samuel West & Olivia Coleman)  come to visit and persuade FDR to get invoved in the war.

The movie is a slow burn, but its certainly a different, especially for Bill Murray.

I forsee Oscar nominations for this movie.

 

 

 

 

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Rubies

*-These characters are not mine, only belong to Miss Bronte.

 *-The first text in italics is the original text from Jane Eyre. The second is called Eshet Chayil or A Woman Of Valor. It’s a Hebrew prayer men sing to their wives on the Sabbath.

 *-Please review

 Rubies

“But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes — indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie for Adèle. Good-night, my” —- He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.

I watched her shadow disappear up the stairs and I knew that my plan was working.

I did not intend to hurt my Janet, only ensure that the love I had for her, she had for me.

They called her plain and poor; they mocked her openly. My Janet did not reveal the wounds they created, but I knew better. 

My Janet was worth more to me than any of them. Blanche Ingram could have had the dowry of the princess royal and I would prefer to remain a bachelor than be chained in matrimony to her.

All I wanted, all I saw was my Janet. I wanted to cover her in lace and silk, see her wearing the jewels that had been left to me by my mother.

On our wedding night, she would remove the pins that kept her hair up. I would kiss her tenderly; show her the true affection between husband and wife.

But she was unattainable to me, the one woman I wanted to call wife. The woman they would call my wife was a lunatic and I was her keeper.

I would find a way to marry my Janet, even if it meant deceiving the one woman I loved most in this world.

 “A woman of valor, who can find? Her worth is far above jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and nothing shall he lack. She renders him good and not evil all the days of her life. She opens her hand to the needy, and extends her hand to the poor. She is robed in strength and dignity, and cheerfully faces whatever may come. She opens her mouth with wisdom. Her tongue is guided by kindness. She tends to the affairs of her household, and eats not the bread of idleness. Her children come forward and bless her. Her husband too, and he praises her. Many women have done superbly, but you surpass them all. Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain, but a God-fearing woman is much to be praised. Place before her the fruit of her hands. Wherever people gather, her deeds speak her praise.”

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First Steps

*-Naturally, the only character that is mine is James. The rest lovingly belong to Charlotte Bronte.

 *-Reviews are always welcome.

 First Steps

Edward sighed, looking at the pile of papers sitting on the desk in front of him. At the moment, he had no patience for anything. But he knew that these were matters that had to be dealt with.

 Taking a shot of brandy, he hoped that a moments respite from his work might actually allow him to finish. He often observed his tenants; their lives seemed so much simpler than his own. They had no worries about paying employees, contracts or solicitors. They also did not have to deal with the partial loss of their sight, leaving him to rely on his wife when he could not deal with certain matters on his own.

 Then there was knock on the door.

 “Your son has a surprise for you” Jane said.

 His hands firmly wrapped into his mother’s, James took his first steps. After a few moments, Jane let him go. He didn’t travel very far before landing on the floor.

 “Papa” he grinned at his achievement, his smile revealing a partially toothy smile.

 Edward picked up his son, reveling in son’s achievement as the boy did. His son was walking. 

 “Papa, hungee”

 “What do you say?”.

 “Please” James asked in his own impish way.

 Jane started to reach for her son until her husband interjected.

 “Before you go, I wished to discuss something you”.

 “I’ll tell Sophie to start feeding him”.

 As if on cue, Sophie appeared and took James from his mother.

 “I was considering now that Adele is growing up, we should have her dowry set aside. Nothing too much, perhaps 5000 pounds”.

 “I think that is reasonable” Jane agreed.

 “And, how are you today, my dear?” Edward asked, focusing his attentions on his wife. His left roamed her growing abdomen. They would a second child by Christmas. The darkness and the secrets that had once shrouded Thornfield were being replaced by love and sounds of the newest generation of Rochesters.

 “I am well, Edward, there is no need to worry”.

 “The child?” he asked, the concern easily read on his face.

 “It is god’s hand, not our own” she tried to sooth his fears. This was not the first time his was over concerned for her health, his reaction to her first pregnancy was the same, love, anticipation, but also fear.

 “Younger women have died in childbirth” he could not fathom loosing her again, he had lost her once, of course he knew that was attributed to his own actions.  To loose her  would be a blow that would be impossible to recover from.

 “So have older women. The physician has confirmed that we are both in good health. I have given birth once, I can do it again”.

 He saw the warmth in her eyes and felt his worries disappear. She knew always knew what to say when his fears seemed to control him.

 Her hand grazed his cheek and for a moment, they were in their own world. The silence was broken by James’s wail when he Sophie feeding him was not what he wanted.

 Sighing, they both knew that this moment would have to be discontinued until later. Edward returned to his work and Jane return to their son. Watching his wife exit the room, he hoped that the day would end quickly and they could return to the moment when it was just the two of them.

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Dissapear

*-Of course I do not own either Jane Eyre or this fabulous song. I’m just borrowing both.

 *-Disappear By Hoobastank.

 *-Reviews are always welcome

 Disappear

he entered the room meekly, pointing Adele to the direction of his guests.

 He had watched her closely since their first encounter on the road.  This was not the first time he was in love, but this girl was different.  He knew it was wrong, that he would hurt her in the end. But he had to know if she felt the same way.

 There’s a pain that sleeps inside
It sleeps with just one eye

Despite his wealth and his status, Edward Fairfax Rochester was lonely. The heartache of the betrayal of his father and brother still stung as if was yesterday and not fifteen years ago.

 And awakens the moment that you leave

 She seemed to understand his pain, to sooth the demons that continued to plague him.

Though I try to look away

 He told himself to find a woman who suited his status, a woman like Blanche Igram.

The pain it still remains
Only leaving when you’re next to me

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away

 But no matter how he told himself to look away, to find a woman of his status, his heart returned to the one female he knew he could not have. Externally, Blanche Ingram was everything he should seek in a wife. But he knew she was cold and was only seeking him for his money and his status, a concept which he detested.

So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

So I stand and look around
Distracted by the sounds

The room was full, but he saw no one except her. She left the party as quietly as she entered, his footsteps echoing her own. Even in the darkness, he could see her pain, Lady Ingram’s remarks had hit their target.

  “How do you do?” he asked.

 “I am very well, sir.”

 “Why did you not come and speak to me in the room?”

 I thought I might have retorted the question on him who put it: but I would not take that freedom. I answered —

 “I did not wish to disturb you, as you seemed engaged, sir.”

 “What have you been doing during my absence?”

 “Nothing particular; teaching Adele as usual.”

 “And getting a good deal paler than you were — as I saw at first sight. What is the matter?”

 “Nothing at all, sir.”

 “Did you take any cold that night you half drowned me?”

 “Not the least.”

 “Return to the drawing-room: you are deserting too early.”

 “I am tired, sir.”

 He looked at her for a minute.

 “And a little depressed,” he said. “What about? Tell me.”

 “Nothing — nothing, sir. I am not depressed.”

 “But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes — indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie for Adele. Good-night, my — “He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left her.

 Of everyone and everything I see
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

She started to walk to her room and was surprised when instead of returning to the party, he followed her.

 “Mr. Rochester?” She asked, not expecting him to follow her.

 “Jane, I…” he stopped suddenly not knowing what to say.

 “Your company sir” she reminded him.

 “Do you think I give a whit about them, Jane?”.

 “I wouldn’t know, sir, I have never had any reason to have guests over”.

 He half smiled, that was his faerie, always to the point.

 “Edward…” Blanche Ingram’s voice drifted upstairs.

 “You should return to your guests and your bride sir”.

 “I am looking at her” he replied with a frankness that even surprised him.

 “Sir?”.

 “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you–especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you–you’d forget me”.

 “Do you think I am an automaton? — a machine without feelings? and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! — I have as much soul as you — and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh: it is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God’s feet, equal — as we are!”

 She suddenly burst out, a show of emotion he had not seen before and he knew that for certain that his love was not one sided.

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

Edward Fairfax Rochester was not a passionate man, at least to the casual observer.  But few knew the man under the cold, polite façade and that moment, he cared not for what others thought of him, only of the faerie who stood before him. He did the one thing he knew would shock them all and he didn’t care. He kissed her.

Can you make them disappear?
Make them disappear

 To his delight, she responded to his kiss with a warmth not even he had anticipated.

 “Let’s get married tonight, no one else will know”.

 “It is late sir; I doubt the vicar would be awake”

 That was his Jane, always thinking logically.

 “Then tomorrow”.

“Yes” she agreed.

 There’s a pain that sleeps inside
Sleeps with just one eye
And awakens, the moment that you leave
And I search through every face
Without a single trace, of the person
The person that I need

 He forgot everything that moment, the only thing that mattered was that he had found his true match.

Do you know, that every time you’re near
Everybody else seems far away
So can you come and make them disappear
Make them disappear and we can stay

 Then the image dissipated. He watched her walk up the stairs to her room and hearing the voices of his guests, despite his heart, returned to his company.

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Discovery

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 Discovery

 The plan had been simple. The maid was easily startled and Thornfield seemed right of a gothic novel with its dark and mysterious corridors. It didn’t make much for Blanche to convince the girl to create the diversion. She knew where his room was, it would only take correct timing to ensure that her place as Mrs. Rochester would never be doubted.

 The maid screamed and as expected, all ran out of their room and Blanche came out of the nook leading to his room and joined the hysteria.

“Where the devil is Rochester?” cried Colonel Dent. “I can not find him in his bed.”

“Here! here!” was shouted in return. “Be composed, all of you: I’m coming.”

And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr. Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper story. One of the ladies ran to him directly; she seized his arm: it was Miss Ingram.

“What awful event has taken place?” said she. “Speak! let us know the worst at once!”

“But don’t pull me down or strangle me,” he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.

“All’s right!—all’s right!” he cried. “It’s a mere rehearsal of Much Ado about Nothing.” Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous.”

And dangerous he looked: his black eyes darted sparks. Calming himself by an effort, he added, “A servant has had the nightmare; that is all. She’s an excitable, nervous person: she construed her dream into an apparition, or something of that sort, no doubt; and has taken a fit with fright. Now, then, I must see you all back into your rooms; for, till the house is settled, she can not be looked after. Gentlemen, have the goodness to set the ladies the example. Miss Ingram, I am sure you will not fail in evincing superiority to idle terrors. Amy and Louisa, return to your nests like a pair of doves, as you are. Mesdames” (to the dowagers) “you will take cold, to a dead certainty, if you stay in this chill gallery any longer.”

What Blanche was unaware of is that Edward Rochester had other matrimonial plans; his plans included a young woman few in the party truly saw.

Some two months later, the summer sun started to disappear into the hills; Edward Rochester made his passionate declaration, of which the results were surprising even to him.

 “Come to my side Jane, and let us explain and understand one another.”

“I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and can not return.”

“But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry.”

I was silent: I thought he mocked me.

“Come, Jane—come hither.”

“Your bride stands between us.”

He rose, and with a stride reached me.

“My bride is here,” he said, again drawing me to him, “because my equal is here, and my likeness. Jane, will you marry me?”

Still I did not answer, and still I writhed myself from his grasp: for I was still incredulous.

“Do you doubt me, Jane?”

“Entirely.”

“You have no faith in me?”

“Not a whit.”

“Am I a liar in your eyes?” he asked passionately. “Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not—I could not—marry Miss Ingram. You—you strange—you almost unearthly thing!—I love as my own flesh. You—poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are—I entreat to accept me as a husband.”

“What, me?” I ejaculated: beginning in his earnestness—and especially in his incivility—to credit his sincerity: “me who have not a friend in the world but you—if you are my friend: not a shilling but what you have given me?”

“You, Jane. I must have you for my own—entirely my own. Will you be mine? Say yes, quickly.”

“I cannot”.

“Tell me why not”.

“I saw Miss Ingram come out of your room the night Mr. Mason was injured”.

He saw the tears in her eyes; how his actions had hurt the one woman he loved most in the world.

“Jane, come here, please allow me to explain” he held out his hand to her.

“I cannot”

“Jane, come back”.

“I am sorry, Mr. Rochester, but I will not” he watched her back disappear as she ran back inside the hall.

For the next few weeks, she avoided him and took her meals with Adele and Mrs. Fairfax.

“Mrs. Fairfax, where has Miss Eyre gone to?”  Edward asked, she had not been seen since midday.

“I do not know, sir”.

“Is she in her room?’.

“I do not know” the housekeeper replied.

He walked towards her room and knocked on the door, she did not answer.

“I believe I saw Miss Eyre walking to Hay, she mentioned something of a letter that was waiting for her” Leah informed him.

“Tell John to saddle my horse”.

“As you wish, sir” Leah turned around to find John.

He found her on the lane returning from Hay.

“Why did you go alone, Janet?” he asked.

“I had a letter waiting for me”.

“You should have told me where you going, I would have at least send the carriage to take you”.

“The walk was reasonable; there was no need of taking the carriage”.

“Will you at least ride back with me?”.

“I can walk”.

“If that is what you wish, I will walk with you” he got off his horse and began to walk with her.

They walked for nearly 30 minutes in silence.

“You must know, Janet, I meant what I said. My heart, as well everything I own, is yours, if you will have me”.

“You know I cannot. In fact, I will be leaving”.

“Janet, you cannot be serious”.

“I am perfectly serious; my uncle has written to me, he is on death bed”.

“Where is this uncle of yours, you have never mentioned him before”.

“I only learned of him when I went to visit Aunt Reed, he had been searching for me while I was still at Lowood”.

“You would leave me, Jane, forever” Edward balked.

“You are a married man; I will not be your mistress”.

“I care nothing for Miss Ingram”.

“I am referring to your living wife, if I do not say goodbye now, I shall never say goodbye”.

“What wife? Have you heard speak of a wife? I have no wife, save for you, if you will only tell me that you will marry me”.

“You know I cannot”.

“Janet…” again he watched her enter Thornfield and go up the stairs toward her room.

Two days later, the carriage disappeared into Hay and away from Thornfield, the letter from her uncle, John Eyre in her bag.

“My dearest niece,

I must apologize for not being able to locate you sooner, as I was unaware of the fabrication of Mrs. Reed.

I feel I must explain my actions. Your late father and I did not get along as we should have as boys and quarreled often. One quarrel led our separation, which I now regret. My physician says that I am on my deathbed, which has led me to locate you. I am unmarried and without children and I wish to leave you all of my worldly possessions.

I have heard through channels that you are currently employed by Edward Rochester of Thornfield Hall, whose reputation precedes him. I warn you Jane, keep your guard around him, for he is not what he seems. If he should propose marriage, I warn to decline, my contacts warn me that he has a wife living, though she is mad.

Please come dearest Jane, so I may see you with my own eyes and make amends for my past.

Yours, etc

John Eyre”

The next day, she was met by her uncle’s manservant at the dock in Portsmith, where a ship would take her to Madeira, where her new life would begin.

He would never know her tears, or the heartbreak of the lies he had created. But no matter how many years she lived or if she had the opportunity to marry for true affection, Edward Fairfax Rochester would forever live in her heart.

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