“Sir, I sometimes look outside the sills of this cage, and there is always a pigeon, waiting and being a reason for the hindrances of my writing the letter for you, I sometimes talk with it, or just leer at it and have my eyes in delight with its presence, I wonder will it ever drop the idea of possessing my time? Perhaps I do not wish it to leave me alone as I am afraid I do not have much to do daily, perhaps if you had asked the old self of mine, the farm girl Evelyn to assail herself to write these letters, I am sure she will not without a threat that could prostrate her, but now my old self has vanished and I am very much humbled or say I am very much fearer or much angrier, but I know myself as I am no crazy woman as they intended to think. Perhaps let me not talk about myself and let me venture to say a lot about my crimes of perils. The house was astir again and I was obliged to just sit and waste my precious time though it was much better than to have the ugly conversation with Uncle, or I say husband? I suppose Uncle sounds better. I waited at the breakfast table to let the circumstances guide me, but nothing much had returned to my mind. I was beset earlier by the vagabond and I am sure he had expected his words that ascertain his rage to absorb my all attention but that held no succession for him while my mind was still holding the intention to escape, and run away but as I told you earlier, what will become of me and Jenny if we leave? It hindrance the intention. The heat had been painfully oppressive all day and now the night was cursed with the heavy rain. I knew I was not to sleep and had my fervor fear of Uncle that he could return to me once again and attempt such a barbaric act upon me, that repelled me in such a manner that I engendered the fear within me. Jenny was already hidden behind his eyes and I had my fanciful eyes observing the bright full moon, it was gorgeous but amply I was far too serious to be startled by a bee yet it was a man, apparition of a man as it stood beneath the window of ours in the dead of night, under the light of bright moon, I was perplexed and distressed by the mysterious figure and as the wind suggested my flighty eyes to haze away, when I looked towards I could not spot the apparition but the haughty sound of footsteps were quite detailed beneath the down floor of the house, the man had entered the poor house, oh silly me and my mind that I had thought the man a thief, the footsteps that was proceeding towards to every floor of the house, rummaging it and poking the walls, for ten minutes or more I stayed idle, wondering what harmful intention the man could come with and waiting for him to appear against my eyes, but soon enough the footsteps had it’s cessation, and I wondered what had become an impediment for the man, but this thought was such deception for myself, the footsteps had began once again just after when I felt the sudden safety of sorts, yet now the sounds were heavier and held the emotions of danger for myself. Every now and then I was looking out of the window with an expression of furtive that my uncle may come and save us but how foolish was I? The apparition showed out of the door, and I could spot the legs beneath the hole in the wooden barrier. The man stood still, was he waiting for my response? I contrived to refer to him indirectly as I hoped and prayed fervently that he may leave us alone and he may take everything regarding the thief’s intention, I am no strong woman to stop him.

“Who are you?” I said while my lips trembled. The man did not respond, I had no time to inquire about his motives and I tumbled to recover any such objects that may come to my use for protection, and before I could be ready for a moment to strike, the familiar voice returned from the door, oh how stupid was I to think of him a thief? It was my uncle.

“Evelyn, open the door,”

I hastily opened the door and saw the vagabond, he was in no condition to behave, he was vaguely drunk even more drunk to his standard.

“Has anyone disturbed you?” he asked, I decided to say no words and went back into my old position, perhaps I was tired and agitated to rouse my urge to degrade myself once again.

“Something has occurred with me while I was detained to hump a girl outside of that pothole, one moment I was crawled within the arms of her, and the next moment…. The next moment I was to return to you perhaps,”

I tumbled to not respond to his obscurity of nonsense, and my agitation could not be distorted any further with his words, I was reviling him, within myself and my emotions.

“Do I not hold least a reply from your wicked mouth?” his tone hewed the feeling of fear to me but I abstained from adding any effort to not make it perplexing in his eyes, though it did not hold him for any longer as he slowly but steadily showed his predictable rage once more time.

“Do not dare to ignore me whore, reply whenever I say a thing to you!” he rose and looked at me with his eyes filled with his intoxication, his voice was muffled, I suppose he did not wish to wake Jenny from his sleep but now I knew I must say something before he bestirs himself to harm me or my brother.

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“What do you expect me to say?!” Before he could move his lips, I rose and turned to face him.

“I must wring your life out of you to talk about another woman in front of me! What did you expect? To find myself in bed and have me waiting for you?! And you happen to marry me? I must say your actions have impelled me to anger and I do not expect any such pretext for your actions!”

He sat down and the chair beneath him creaked with his weight, sir let me say, I have understood quite perfectly how to deal with the vagabond like my uncle, you must turn yourself into some ruffian to distort the other ruffian like himself, though I very well was known to the fact that my vile words would be the confirmation of my submission to his pretense of request to marry me, and I did not worry in that regard, he would surely marry me regardless. He sat down with his fingers that were round his forehead, and his eyes glared with the expectation of fidelity and devotion, though I knew that I could not devote myself to this wicked marriage.

“Perhaps, I will not lie with any such woman further on, but now say you need to be in proper condition to thwart any further calamities or say you must confirm our marriage but not with my force but with your will.”

I looked at my uncle, he seemed so fragile at the moment that I felt no need to accept his words with no kindness though I found myself to be with a meagre of options. He walked up to me in his officious way, to ascertain his ownership of me, his eyes were sparkling with the downgrade of his dignity and at the very moment, I intelligibly understood what he had intended for me to do. Sir, do not, do not make me write about that, no matter how much I tense my mind, I will never impel myself to write about any of the moments of perversity, I am very much willing to release those memories, it is not anything but the most imminent personal perils, sir pardon me for my departure but I am afraid I must part ways from you or say from the letters, I will write more for you and your knowledge once I am to settle with my unfathomable mind for the moment, perhaps until you reach this letter I may have returned from my break but sir If I have not then I humbly ask of you to not be in such a hurry and wait for my further word.

Mr. Garret sighed, being settled within the warmth of the chaise, sometimes he felt the ugliness within himself, for the thoughts that kept running inside his head when he was roaming round her uncle’s house, those thoughts were wicked and he was not exhibiting the docility of how big a sinner he was, though this was all turned into a haze when the chaise stopped and the weather that could be contrived to ruin any person’s mood sway into hell. He looked up front and there was this enormous land all covered with grass and the breeze was moving briskly within the heavenly land and that had his eyes fervently delighted, the lands that were once filled with the farmers of engagingly polite manners but now raged with the cessation of any lives and the unperturbed souls, perhaps in the eyes of Mr. Garret, it seems more like that the murderers of Evelyn’s parents were deprived with bad luck or say haunted with the ghost as Evelyn had suggested him to not enter the house while it has reeked with spirits, perhaps it had the possibility of truth in his mind now. He found no appearance of any one and unlike her uncle’s house, this time she had parched her tongue to reveal him to the certain directions from which he could direct himself to the asked position, and that is to say Evelyn’s house. He walked and walked while the desolate grasses were thriving to see any such live person, Mr. Garret seized his feet when he spotted the house that was awash with blackness and nothing, the ugly feeling of desolate and gloom had him writhed under his emotions, yet he’d tumbled upon the reasons to go as nearer as possible. Perhaps, she was right about her story, and she had left no doubt to efface his kind impression upon Evelyn. The stable that she had mentioned eagerly in her letters was not to be touched by any person or perhaps no one had dared to touch it, and the wicked reason for that was up against his eyes. The favourable impression of such wickedness was a board that was stitched to the stable. The anecdotes of the short story that was depicted on the board had his curiosity crawl within himself. The story, well seemed entirely fictional and was proven to his mind that it was displayed by Evelyn herself, she had encumbered her entire anger and showed it in her words.

“There lies the unholy spirit of Evelyn, Do not dare to set your feet in this stable as it will devour your soul and you will return to hell!”

Perhaps, she had written it for her horse in the scenario of her returning in search of her master, so she may rest and stay with the peace that she may deserve. Now his work had been done and her words or say her actions that were deemed fraudulent in his mind were now in haze and away from his sight, now he was guaranteed that her words held such truthful traits that no man could dismay and sway their eyes from. Mr. Garret walked away from the house but this time there was something different, The grasses had their lips unsealed and they had the screams harmonised and the voices of help domineering every leap of his foot, the whisper of winds felt more like the voice of Evelyn that was not only detained to scream of fear only but some were the screams of a lady that was employed with vindictive and helplessness for what she did endure and was forced against her will to witness the utter vehemence of jealousy, and that may provide fortitude to her perversity of indignation, pardon my mistake, that have provided the fortitude to her behaviour of indignation and by the time she turned the age of a lady, those indignations held the meagre of kindness to the wicked person that meant any harm to her or her brother even if it was fortuitous.