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This house is becoming more perplexing with every second that I am here. Everyone is acting very strangely.
I received a great fright when the other evening, Mr. Bones called to me in the voice of a little girl and asked me to come and play. I did not know that it was him, I thought it was Mary, the only little girl in residence at the Manor, so I went to see if she indeed wished to play. Mr. Bones was sitting on the stairs and when I got near to him, he grabbed me and began to drag me up the stairs! He had been acting strangely before, but now, I am not even sure that I am wanting to know who he truly is, for fear that this might actually be his natural character. He kept switching the tone of his voice and asking me where Miss Linton was. Whenever I expressed to him that I did not know of her where abouts, he would smash my head into the wall. I certainly thought he could do no worse than this, but I was deeply sorry that I thought that even for the tiniest of seconds. Shortly after this, he hung me out of a second story window and demanded once again that I tell him where Miss Linton was and that if I did not, he would drop me. Even though I could not tell him, he did bring me inside again, I think there is still a salvagable piece of human inside of him for this deed. The little girl's voice was back, and it was the last thing I remember before I was thrown down the staircase. I must thank whomever it was that helped me, I am sure that I owe my life to these persons.
Also, I feel I am being affected by this house. I always have had a wild temper, but I have never in these past eight or so years felt the urge to let it flare. One evening, I sat in the parlor with Mrs. Linton, Mr. Heathcliff, and Miss Daae. Accepting my role as servant, I sat quietly in the corner and made sure they had tea and biscuits and listened to their conversation with a closed mouth, that is, until Miss Daae spoke of how Mr. Bones almost threw her into a well. I know this must have been terribley frightening for her, and anyone can guess what else that poor young women has had to deal with from her husband, but for some reason, I could not for the life of me keep my mouth closed. I have not done that since I was but a little girl speaking to my aunt, Mrs. Reed. I feel utterly terrible about my actions, and I believe, as I apologized to Miss Linton and Mr. Rochester, so I must apologize to Miss Daae, I can only hope she can forgive my incredibely rude slip of wit and mouth.
Also, reader, please note, I still call her "Miss Daae" although I am sure that is no longer her name. I still care for her and refuse to call her by whatever last name he carries, or to even acknowledge the abhorred marriage by referring to her as "Mrs" or "Madame".
I bid you adieu for tonight.
God bless,
Jane.
I received a great fright when the other evening, Mr. Bones called to me in the voice of a little girl and asked me to come and play. I did not know that it was him, I thought it was Mary, the only little girl in residence at the Manor, so I went to see if she indeed wished to play. Mr. Bones was sitting on the stairs and when I got near to him, he grabbed me and began to drag me up the stairs! He had been acting strangely before, but now, I am not even sure that I am wanting to know who he truly is, for fear that this might actually be his natural character. He kept switching the tone of his voice and asking me where Miss Linton was. Whenever I expressed to him that I did not know of her where abouts, he would smash my head into the wall. I certainly thought he could do no worse than this, but I was deeply sorry that I thought that even for the tiniest of seconds. Shortly after this, he hung me out of a second story window and demanded once again that I tell him where Miss Linton was and that if I did not, he would drop me. Even though I could not tell him, he did bring me inside again, I think there is still a salvagable piece of human inside of him for this deed. The little girl's voice was back, and it was the last thing I remember before I was thrown down the staircase. I must thank whomever it was that helped me, I am sure that I owe my life to these persons.
Also, I feel I am being affected by this house. I always have had a wild temper, but I have never in these past eight or so years felt the urge to let it flare. One evening, I sat in the parlor with Mrs. Linton, Mr. Heathcliff, and Miss Daae. Accepting my role as servant, I sat quietly in the corner and made sure they had tea and biscuits and listened to their conversation with a closed mouth, that is, until Miss Daae spoke of how Mr. Bones almost threw her into a well. I know this must have been terribley frightening for her, and anyone can guess what else that poor young women has had to deal with from her husband, but for some reason, I could not for the life of me keep my mouth closed. I have not done that since I was but a little girl speaking to my aunt, Mrs. Reed. I feel utterly terrible about my actions, and I believe, as I apologized to Miss Linton and Mr. Rochester, so I must apologize to Miss Daae, I can only hope she can forgive my incredibely rude slip of wit and mouth.
Also, reader, please note, I still call her "Miss Daae" although I am sure that is no longer her name. I still care for her and refuse to call her by whatever last name he carries, or to even acknowledge the abhorred marriage by referring to her as "Mrs" or "Madame".
I bid you adieu for tonight.
God bless,
Jane.