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READER- Tonight, I ventured down into the parlour to see what other residents resided in the manor, be them man or beast, I shall get into the beast later.
Upon entering the room, I saw Mr. Heathcliff of last night whom I had seen roaming the halls. I tried to engage him in converesation, but alas! he was otherwise preoccupied. He seems a nice enough gent. Although, his hair could use a wash, but then, I am of no position to remark on the hygenic habits of others, for I myself when I was brought here by some sick twist of fate, was filthy and scraggly. I look forward to conversing more in the future with him, although, I am not sure of what we have in common to make the conversation interesting.
I kind maid brought me some tea. I asked her if there was any help needed of me, but "there was none," said she. I was granted her name, Liza, and a genial smile. In truth, I was relieved to have access to the knowledge that I am not the only person of a lower caste in the Manor. It eases my heart greatly. I told her that I have no connexions, exempting, of course, the school where I used to teach young girls. Although, I state again, reminding myself of why I am at this strange place of (hopefully) temporary residence, I wished I could have made it to the post office in Hay to place my advertisement. I should think I would have had a spot of luck in a new job offering.
READER- Allow me a moment to dream of the could-have-been-future. Perhaps, I should have found a job with residence in a large Manor, and I could teach a sweet little girl, or perhaps, I should have met some long distant relatives (wishful thinking, I am aware) and found a way to help them, or maybe helping illiterate children somewhere, like farm children, oh! to dream of a useful existance. Enough.
Now, I shall educate you on the beast. No doubt, his eyes were handsome, but he hides them with a ghastly mask, covering most of his features. He stared at me for a long while, quite rude, I thought. I wanted to speak with him, try to make friends. I decided that, brash as it may be, and impolite, I would go introduce myself. Well! Never have I been treated so. I was completely ignored for more than a thirty seconds and a minutes, I should think, if I were counting. I tried to ask him of the musical score he was playing, for indeed it was beautiful, and made the soul ache with sorrow, and again, I was brushed off. I must say, offensive though he definitely is, I shall inform you that I am determined, in all sense of the word, to befriend him, and make my presence known to him. We shall be friends, if once upon a time.
My candle burns low now, and for fear of the wick snuffing and leaving me in total darkness, I shall part ways with you, for it is late, and I am still weary from my travels.
Good night,
Jane Eyre
Upon entering the room, I saw Mr. Heathcliff of last night whom I had seen roaming the halls. I tried to engage him in converesation, but alas! he was otherwise preoccupied. He seems a nice enough gent. Although, his hair could use a wash, but then, I am of no position to remark on the hygenic habits of others, for I myself when I was brought here by some sick twist of fate, was filthy and scraggly. I look forward to conversing more in the future with him, although, I am not sure of what we have in common to make the conversation interesting.
I kind maid brought me some tea. I asked her if there was any help needed of me, but "there was none," said she. I was granted her name, Liza, and a genial smile. In truth, I was relieved to have access to the knowledge that I am not the only person of a lower caste in the Manor. It eases my heart greatly. I told her that I have no connexions, exempting, of course, the school where I used to teach young girls. Although, I state again, reminding myself of why I am at this strange place of (hopefully) temporary residence, I wished I could have made it to the post office in Hay to place my advertisement. I should think I would have had a spot of luck in a new job offering.
READER- Allow me a moment to dream of the could-have-been-future. Perhaps, I should have found a job with residence in a large Manor, and I could teach a sweet little girl, or perhaps, I should have met some long distant relatives (wishful thinking, I am aware) and found a way to help them, or maybe helping illiterate children somewhere, like farm children, oh! to dream of a useful existance. Enough.
Now, I shall educate you on the beast. No doubt, his eyes were handsome, but he hides them with a ghastly mask, covering most of his features. He stared at me for a long while, quite rude, I thought. I wanted to speak with him, try to make friends. I decided that, brash as it may be, and impolite, I would go introduce myself. Well! Never have I been treated so. I was completely ignored for more than a thirty seconds and a minutes, I should think, if I were counting. I tried to ask him of the musical score he was playing, for indeed it was beautiful, and made the soul ache with sorrow, and again, I was brushed off. I must say, offensive though he definitely is, I shall inform you that I am determined, in all sense of the word, to befriend him, and make my presence known to him. We shall be friends, if once upon a time.
My candle burns low now, and for fear of the wick snuffing and leaving me in total darkness, I shall part ways with you, for it is late, and I am still weary from my travels.
Good night,
Jane Eyre