She is, without the shadow of a doubt, the most winning woman that I have ever met. How her eyes shine - especially when she laughs and smiles. Her beauty is not merely skin deep, either; she has grace, poise, elegance and charm. She has nerve - a passion for adventure to equal mine - and, above all, she loves me.
Her name is Charlotte. She has fiery auburn hair and exotic green eyes that give the illusion of changing colour in accordance with her mood, though I suspect that it is in truth a matter of differing lights bringing to the fore the differing tones and hues.
I have never before felt so very awkward and it remains a mystery to me that anyone - particularly one such as her - could truly love me. Never before has anyone made me feel as I do.
I gaze at the page in my journal and snort derisively. Charlotte is to hang today - the poisoner of three little children for their insurance-money. Had I not permitted myself to have been blinded by her charm and shows of affection - for the feigned concern towards those very same children - I might have seen it. I might have saved them. I shall never permit myself to succumb again.
[Authors Note]Upon reading the second chapter of the Sign of Four, I found myself thinking of the poisoner of three children. Holmes described her as the most winning woman that he had ever known, which I found suggestive. This is terribly short - I did want it to be longer, but Holmes rarely dwells upon painful thoughts or feelings unless he is in a black mood. I may revisit the subject again, however.