"I might never form any intelligence of why I was so affectionate towards Winston, this longing and those restless nights, that had pervaded the worst in me, and for that, I had been forced to regret or say I found myself unlucky to ever enter into the matter, I wished that I had never entered under the care of Dear Lady Ivy so that I could have been spared from those toils, for sure sir whenever I had a moment to enjoy a conversation with Ivy I found myself Lucky as well, I have, for once again began to direct you peculiarly, let me return to my story. The next morning I rose and found Little Ivy as she was leering out of the window.
“What are you doing young Missy?”
“I am going to the playground,”
“First you need to clean yourself,”
She ran away sparing herself from my words as contentedly and with a smile of benevolence, that forced me to wonder what had occurred in the playground yet Was I so lazy that I found toils to rise? I shut my eyes off and then his charm once again pervaded me, his glistening hair and those insurmountable eyes, and the voice that could be frenzied for anyone, and the smile that may be a very solid rapture for anyone, though I had no intention to penetrate myself with such trouble of averting my eyes away from Miss Ivy so I only averted my mind as hard as it may. I rose and walked to the ground to investigate the reason for such content and I found Miss Ivy as she had accustomed herself to the kids, their enjoyment was her, she had baked cookies and such and was playing with them,
“Oh dear Evelyn, come and rescue me from these animals,” she said while one kid’s delight pervaded into his actions. The smile on his face had indicated his victory over Ivy. Sir, I must say, at that moment the realisation struck me between her and the kids and there was nothing whatever in her manner that expressed her abhorrence for this job, not any hint of responsibility but only her love that was so insurmountable. I walked to her and made the frenzied kid get off of her.
“Here take this and do not forget to share it with everyone,”
That Act lifted the kids and they all ran to the playground, Ivy surveyed the kids as they dispersed among their known friends.
“They are such a lively creature, aren’t they?”
“They sure are,”
“Now I must be going, I am going to play some more with these kids.” She dismissed herself with those words, I surveyed the ground and found Little Ivy, she was situated alone in the corner, I walked to her and commenced our conversation.
“Would you like my company here?”
“Your presence is not needed though if you may then you can rest here as well,” her words sometimes felt had a lack of content but I suppose I had already made a habit of her peculiar behaviour.
“Why do you not play with other kids?”
My words had somewhat bewildered her and she found it rather odd that I calculated the reasons for her loneliness as though she deliberately had the idea on the palette to dismiss any intimacy of friendship that could arrive her way.
“Pray do not talk in that regard with me, I ought to consider not talking with any kids here as they lack urgency or say they do not find my presence with any enjoyment,”
“Then Why have you not considered turning yourself and becoming likeable?”
“I do not wish for that,”
Her words had expressed that this was beyond her agitation and that the matter was preternatural for her, now sir If you attempt to find resemble with myself and her in this instance then I am sorry to disappoint you that I had not abhorred any presence of lads of my age or not Was I alone as I had Jenny with myself, It is that No Other Parents had urged their kids to play out of their house, I suppose it was a tacitly instance. I surveyed her for quite a moment and soon enough she had gulped her cookies and was leering at me as if that was a request for me to have another for her.
“Do you want another cookie?” She nodded her head, I smiled and stood up tough before I could take myself abode I surveyed Ivy as she was very much busied herself with the kids, I dawdled inside the house and walked past Ivy's room, perhaps it was the sonorous voice of Winston that penetrated me to leer into his room as he was taking a delight to something he was so accustomed to doing at the time, I was in no avail to find any person but I had found the paintings of such varieties and some of them were of Ivy, I had heard her saying that Winston is an artist so I took a liking to think that it was made by Winston. I followed his voice as he continued to have a good conversation with himself or let me say surveying his latest painting. I found a very peculiar room attached to The Room of Ivy, a glorious old place protected with a glorious old bookshelf though it was already open and revealed when I found it. I went in, having my expectation to find Winston and I was not disappointed, a painting was situated in front of him, and I was profoundly disheartened to say but at the time very much heartened to see myself in his painting, I walked near him and he quickly sensed my presence. Now if I have to talk about the subject of the painting then I must say it was Quant, rich in some manner, in the painting I was standing a far from an ocean and I had the jewellery that could stifle my mother if she had ever spotted me with, The shadows of the trees were fantastical on myself and the luxuriant waves dawdled upon me, though my facial expressions lacked tenderness if I am, to tell the truth then I have sometimes wished to have a chance to behave just as selfish. If I have to wrap this conversation in a quick behaviour then I ought to explain the painting as the woman in the painting seemed as if she had led a very joyous life though in the end was tired of all the fun but sir you are well acquainted with my life, sir. I suppose I should only stop to talk about the painting otherwise I would keep on pouring words as it was that luxuriant. He dropped the Canvas upon the floor and he looked upon me with his bewildered eyes.
“Oh God, you startled me,”
I stayed silent as I was quite sure my strange agitation at that exact moment had my voice shrill, I looked at him and found him rather calm, absence of any fidgety, and for that subject, I wondered about his purpose of creating the painting that resembled myself.
“Is it me?” I asked,
“Yes, it is you,”
“Well, May I get to know why have you made a portrait of me?”
“Well Your Gorgeous face is an inspiration for it as you can see though I do not tend to profit from it, I made it as a present for you in accord to our meeting,” he said as he lifted the canvas,
“Does Ivy have any knowledge about this?” As I said those words he turned to a churl and he could not have laughed for any such reasons rather than a mockery for myself.
“Of course she knows, why will I hide it from her?”
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Sir, I thought that she would have found the painting obscurity had she seen it but Winston had tended to differ from my views.
“I have had made a lot of paintings of people that I found rather odd or tacit face or perhaps some that have extended the meaning of beauty,” he placed more emphasis on the word beauty when he looked up at me,
“Have a nice look at it,” he said and I, obeying him, started to survey the pictures, now sir some small mistakes are always obscurity for me but perhaps when I saw his eyes as those were bathed with his pride, so at that moment I tend to be more depreciative, anyway I had found my nose being unsharpened more than what I had thought of my nose and the eyes were delicately too small compared to mine but it was still perfect, I found his skills quite astonishing, I decided upon to harass him with those faults just to provide a bothersome.
“I can see some senile mistakes in the portrait,”
“Really? Where?” He started to look straight into the misty portrait of myself, though his toils of finding the mistakes could have been a great sight to witness after the display of pride yet I pervaded with the responsibility to show him.
“There, look near my nose and eyes, it is unbalanced with my face,” he shifted his gaze upon me and surveyed my features and the painting as he bid himself a nice laugh. Though the mistakes were merely a mistake but for him, these deformities were preternatural as he rose and with his strange agitation, he lifted the portrait and slammed it onto the floor, piercing the face, his stifled actions only expressed unsatisfactorily. I was left in utter shock, he had spent at least a week for the creation of this art that I found quite luxurious yet there was no second thought for him.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, he looked at me once again though this time his eyes were penetrated by guilt.
“I do not hold any love for such mistakes, I suppose I had not observed you enough, and yet I went to make a painting, Pardon me for that mistake, I have humiliated you and your features,”
Sir, I was bewildered by his words, there was no doubt about his toils and I was very well forced to feel sad for him instead of the raptures that I had thought would I be feeling. I stood shut, waiting for his words to be spoken.
“Perhaps I shall have your presence in this room while I attempt to create another portrait of you,”
Before I could say a word I heard Ivy ask about his presence, Winston rose, this foolish man, he already had one gorgeous lady longing for his heart yet he had been making me grow restless, and now as he asked this fidgety yet joyous request but I had made up my mind to deprecate this agitated request. I walked out of his little room and found Ivy, She was having a conversation with Winston, with no words being spoken by me I walked past them but before I could desert them I was stopped by Winston.
“Tomorrow Evelyn, Do not forget to come,” I turned and smiled.
“Have you not finished the painting yet?” asked Ivy.
“Perhaps your friend here has shown her dislike for the portrait,”
“I was only pointing to some mistakes, he has destroyed his painting,” I revealed the matter to Ivy.
“You do not have to explain yourself dear, I know Winston and his loathing love for his arts,”
“Sure, I have witnessed it myself, May I Go Now?”
“Yes and Ivy was asking for you earlier, I am afraid she seemed rather angry,”
I bowed and deserted them, I failed miserably to refuse Winston’s seek, his sonorous voice and his warm smile were the features that I could not deject. Now The Thoughts about Little Ivy had entirely left me and so I was forced to walk faster than my usual pace. I went into the kitchen and took a cookie for her. Now I walked straight out of the house, She was well seated in her place and her eyes were not looking towards any person nor the lake that was reeked with such beauties but she was looking into the misty clouds.
“Here you go,” she did not remove her gaze from the twilight.
“You were so late!” She expressed her frustration yet I found it rather preposterous that her frustration could not avert my mind from my interminable agitation.
“Will you not forgive me?”
“So if you are asking then you are forgiven, do you want to have a bite?”
“No.. No, that is only for you,”
She ate the cookie though her preposterous interaction with me was yet to be over for the day as she commenced to survey my face.
“What are you looking at?” I asked.
“What has happened to you?”
“What Do You Mean?”
“Tell me, Why are you smiling, Lady?”
Mr. Garret walked within the dark alley though his foot had betrayed his mind and his eyes as if it was encouraged by the fear surveying every corner of the alley, he grasped for breath and his hands were shaking with fidgety, his deepened breaths were so merry for evils that the alley would ring with laughter and his perpetual beg for help finds its interminable barrier. Being pervaded with the charm of his fear a shadow contentedly came under the moon’s light, It was the same shadow with a very sonorous voice.
“Pay for your sins, Dear Joseph! Pay for Your Salvations!” the shadow dawdled and Mr. Garret stood motionless, with every step of the shadow Mr. Garret found himself struck with such length of fear as his feet had been left numb and the control had deserted his body. Now The Shadow was so close to him, leering into his eyes as if his eyes were a medium but his fear was tacit, He looked up at the pale crescent and the shadow approached him at his right pace. As Mr. Garret looked down the creature held his neck, Mr. Garret flanged himself passionately yet the shadow had Its tight grip around his neck. Though he still had one act to express, as his eyes dropped down he let out a scream, a very loud but perpetual scream that only expressed his fear and…. And Regret!
“Help Me…. Help Me!” Mr. Garret rose as his scream rang round his room, after hearing that Eleanor rushed and found him with his agitation and the continuation of his screams.
“Oh, Dear!” Eleanor turned her attention to his miserable self, she saw his face in the pale light, the fear and pain that he had been put into.
“No…. No…. No…. No!!!!” he grasped for breath and begged for comfort.
“What Happened?” she said as she sat down near his bed and held his face with such delicacy, that her worries had struck her with the great fear of losing someone so else loved once again.
“Calm down dear, Calm down, Please,” she kept muttering the words to his nervous self.
“Please Calm down for me,” her words raged with such ardour, and with every word of her his senses were to return to him as her tears drowned through her eyes.
“I am sorry, I am sorry,” Eleanor continued to herself then to him as she hugged him with great tightness. Mr. Garret came to his senses and he surveyed her face though with the vacant of her gorgeous colours and her cheeks were awash with the teary waters. She had taken notice of his eyes as they turned perhaps normal.
“Oh Dear, Thank God that you are back,” Her cold fingers ran through his hair and her cold lips rested multiple times on his forehead for seconds with her thanks to God.
“Eleanor, I do not wish to die, I do not want him to kill me,” she looked up at the pale crescent of the candle and then his pale and wan face.
“What Do You Mean?”
“He is coming to kill me for my sins,”
Eleanor was in no avail to discover emotions in his eyes and his fear which indicated any obscurity or Dare I say there was nothing whatever that indicated that he was neither in a dream nor awake.
“He will not rest unless he finds me, I am Scared Dear Eleanor, I am very scared!”
Perhaps his words had penetrated her with utter disgusted emotions, she could not avert the idea that he might have been exposed to a dark magic.
“Everything will be fine my love, No one will hurt you,”
“Eleanor, Do you mind if I ask for your presence for the rest of the night?”
“No…. No, Dear, I do not mind.”
Mr. Garret smiled and she looked at him with a mournful expression as she followed his command. He rested his cold hands onto her thin body, though he displayed his usual self yet she was very much pervaded with worries while her eyes were struck open and well leered onto him awhile he fell asleep, worn out with the fatigue, Eleanor surveyed his stiller breaths, it seemed that the knowledge of his nightmare had be gone and a hint of calmness jutted upon his cheeks, her fear was well whisked away after the sight of his calmness and she had put herself to rest.
Yet her day was far from over as she freed herself from Mr. Garret’s arms, slowly to prevent herself from disturbing his sleep. She leered onto the candle deserted the bed and commenced her search. Her eyes lit up when she spotted the subject of her interest, the letters. In her amusement, she contemplated the letters, though her unwelcome sensation occurred when she blabbered the remnant of words on the last page, this was the page that had her agitation grow out yet she found solace when she lay her eyes in the candles. She ascended to her feet, her fingers concealing a page, As much as it was a poignant matter to avert Mr. Garret from the truth regarding the prominent matter yet it was the vise choice for her to stack her happiness. She lifted the candle and deserted the room behind. The moon was shining in the sky as she settled down. She let the fire rage with infatuation kiss the paper. The worries exhorted her to return to her abode, she plodded and sat down against a table as she held a pen and commenced to adjust the removed words.