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I have not had a chance to update you on the latest goings-on with myself, and for that I am sorry. I have made new friends in this place in which every person whether man or woman seems to brood helplessly.
To start at the beginning...
I sat in the parlor as of two nights ago, sketching in my pad of paper that is sadly no more (I shall get to that point in the story, please be patient), I decided to give one last gallant attempt at befriending that great brooding man at the organ that everyone keeps telling me to stay clear of. I simply wished to prove them wrong and make a friend of him. I suppose I pushed him too far, and I was locked in a dark closet (which I did not see behind me before). As you might well remember, I do not like dark places in which I am forced into. I began to hyperventilate and feel faint. Finally, after pounding for what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Jekyll let me out. Heavens! I did not realize that I had dropped my sketchpad when I was unceremoniously shoved into the closet. I picked it up before the man could see it (I drew the most horrid picture of him! Oh! I am a terrible human being!). Although, on my way out of the parlor, my skirt snagged on an impossible nail in the wall! Needless to say, I dropped my papers and clumsily tried to free myself. He walked over and picked up the papers, glaring at them, he lit them on fire!
Oh! reader, my drawings have been ruined, and I have naught more paper. Dr. Jekyll tried to help me unsnag my skirt, but I simply ripped it in utter embarrassment and ran from the room.
Later that night, I was acquainted with the Miss Linton, so very young and beautiful she is. She wanted to show me that chapel, but Alas! it was locked, and of having no way inside, we decided to go near the woods and pick wild roses and seeds for the conservatory. This reader, was not my night. I walked a little further into the woods and tripped over a tree root! Oh! how utterly foolish I am. Miss Linton helped me back to my room.
Tonight, after a day of being bedridden, I opened my door to receive a bouquet of wild roses, which I can only assume came from Miss Linton, and though I did not see her tonight, I shall remember to sincerely thank her for the roses at which I am gazing and smelling their sweet fragrance right now.
When I came downstairs and entered the parlor, I met another man Dr. Jekyll had warned me about and tried (upon the concern of more hidden dark closets)not to speak to him as much as I could, and if I /must/ speak with him, to be as short spoken as possible. What an odd creature he was too! The first words from his mouth in uttering a greeting to me was "I apologise for my hideous appearance." Granted, he was not the best looking creature in the world, but again, I state, who am I to pass judgement upon others when I myself would not be granted permission to fly with the Angels in the Holyland. Then! Then, reader, the man fainted! I panicked, and again, made a fool of myself by throwing a vase of flowers onto him. Oh!, how I wished to be the size of an insect. When he awoke from his faint, he gave me the most dirtiest of looks! I almost cringed away. I had to inform him that he had fainted, and that if he ever gave me such a face again, I should be obliged to leave the room. Upon hearing this statement, he walks from the room without so much as "Goodbye and Goodnight, Miss Eyre", (For I do not think I should allow such a man to call me Jane). I did not hear from him the rest of the night.
I found myself growing tired quite easily tonight, and so retired early to my compartments, which explains reader, why I have taken the time to update you on the happenings in this strange house.
Until our next meeting,
Jane
To start at the beginning...
I sat in the parlor as of two nights ago, sketching in my pad of paper that is sadly no more (I shall get to that point in the story, please be patient), I decided to give one last gallant attempt at befriending that great brooding man at the organ that everyone keeps telling me to stay clear of. I simply wished to prove them wrong and make a friend of him. I suppose I pushed him too far, and I was locked in a dark closet (which I did not see behind me before). As you might well remember, I do not like dark places in which I am forced into. I began to hyperventilate and feel faint. Finally, after pounding for what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Jekyll let me out. Heavens! I did not realize that I had dropped my sketchpad when I was unceremoniously shoved into the closet. I picked it up before the man could see it (I drew the most horrid picture of him! Oh! I am a terrible human being!). Although, on my way out of the parlor, my skirt snagged on an impossible nail in the wall! Needless to say, I dropped my papers and clumsily tried to free myself. He walked over and picked up the papers, glaring at them, he lit them on fire!
Oh! reader, my drawings have been ruined, and I have naught more paper. Dr. Jekyll tried to help me unsnag my skirt, but I simply ripped it in utter embarrassment and ran from the room.
Later that night, I was acquainted with the Miss Linton, so very young and beautiful she is. She wanted to show me that chapel, but Alas! it was locked, and of having no way inside, we decided to go near the woods and pick wild roses and seeds for the conservatory. This reader, was not my night. I walked a little further into the woods and tripped over a tree root! Oh! how utterly foolish I am. Miss Linton helped me back to my room.
Tonight, after a day of being bedridden, I opened my door to receive a bouquet of wild roses, which I can only assume came from Miss Linton, and though I did not see her tonight, I shall remember to sincerely thank her for the roses at which I am gazing and smelling their sweet fragrance right now.
When I came downstairs and entered the parlor, I met another man Dr. Jekyll had warned me about and tried (upon the concern of more hidden dark closets)not to speak to him as much as I could, and if I /must/ speak with him, to be as short spoken as possible. What an odd creature he was too! The first words from his mouth in uttering a greeting to me was "I apologise for my hideous appearance." Granted, he was not the best looking creature in the world, but again, I state, who am I to pass judgement upon others when I myself would not be granted permission to fly with the Angels in the Holyland. Then! Then, reader, the man fainted! I panicked, and again, made a fool of myself by throwing a vase of flowers onto him. Oh!, how I wished to be the size of an insect. When he awoke from his faint, he gave me the most dirtiest of looks! I almost cringed away. I had to inform him that he had fainted, and that if he ever gave me such a face again, I should be obliged to leave the room. Upon hearing this statement, he walks from the room without so much as "Goodbye and Goodnight, Miss Eyre", (For I do not think I should allow such a man to call me Jane). I did not hear from him the rest of the night.
I found myself growing tired quite easily tonight, and so retired early to my compartments, which explains reader, why I have taken the time to update you on the happenings in this strange house.
Until our next meeting,
Jane