Mr. Garret woke up this morning but this time he was without a lonely proneness to proclaim his vigour as Eleanor was situated just beside him, in his arms. He looked at her and admired her smile, she had woken up as well, and her eyes could not be much more brightened to see him.

“Good Morning lady,” said Mr. Garret, she addressed him with no further words from her but her reaction was so gracious and shy that Mr. Garret was already flattered, she finally ventured to speak.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yes, finally I had some good rest, thanks to you,”

She smiled, “Should you have tea at this moment?” she rose, revealing her conniving body, Mr. Garret held her hand and replied, “I only want you to stay here with me for a longer period of time,” she exalted him with her utmost smile of serenity.

“Perhaps if you wish so,” and she returned to his arms, owing to his expressed love. Mr. Garret was soared from the amount of his unabated disdain of sorts of feelings and the more he was to feel the touch of Eleanor the more he was to find himself away from those perilous mindsets under her potent authority.

“I must ask you a question dear,” said him.

“What is it?”

“Whenever I am to fold this work of mine in here then would you go to America with me?”

“Of course, if that is your wish then I will be very much content with this idea of yours, sir,” he heard her words with his opened ears and there were no censured words that he was accustomed to judging, she had not rifled her mind to answer his question, and perhaps that may have expressed the adequate idea of love for himself.

“I suppose we should share something regarding knowing each other well, whatever it might be, I will gladly hear it,” said Mr. Garret.

“Not now, perhaps my life story is not contempt for your consideration, it is blandly dismay and customary to any poor lads in this country,” though it was not enough for Mr. Garret to satisfy himself as he could only find the countenance of hesitation, though the idea of forcing her to speak was so ludicrous to him that he deserted the thoughts at once.

“If you do not mind then I should listen to what you may speak,”

“Perhaps, I will,” he looked at her, and so he began to speak.

“You see I have some connection to England as well,”

“Really? In what ways sir?”

“My mother, she was an Englishwoman, and poor as well, like yourself, though my father, likewise was encouraged by his savages to get away from America, and he found himself in the streets of Norwich, where my mother was so hard worker yet overly conceited to her beauty but as they say love changes everything and so to speak they fell deeply in love, and they mostly lived in ecstasy after the marriage----” though before he could finish his line Eleanor had interposed with her words,

“Shall I wait for some uh…. Hindrance in their feeling of ecstasy?”

“I suppose you should,” he chuckled, “Shall I proceed to speak my story?”

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“For sure you should,” Mr. Garret held her hand, tucking his head onto her chest while she accustomed her fingers to caress his hair.

“You see, my father perished by his patriotism, they soon moved to America….” Mr. Garret ceased his lips, his words had delivered a certain feeling that he was in no mood to experience.

“Perhaps It is not the fitting time for such a sad talk, how about a nice cup of tea that you had offered me earlier?”

“All right sir,” she rose, took possession of her clothes then left Mr. Garret with those letters that were left tattered on the floor beside the bed due to their adequate passion. He tends to rescue them one by one. He looked at the pages and commenced his session of perusal.

“I took the pellets at once, and swallowed the water with ease, I must say that I was not very well accustomed to what the pellets had supposed to do within my body but in those first few days, I had not felt a single itch in myself and for a second I thought I was quite exultant as I suppose my doubts were still empathic onto my actions, though as I had informed you earlier the troubles were not to desert me in any upcoming days. After the first few days I was gone to feel the sudden injudicious illness, I was quite weak and had problems with bleeding through my genitalia. These capricious moments had me in such worry that I had left all the decisions for the hunt for a job at once. Jenny when he spotted my condition the worries had dwelled within him as well. He would come scampering and asking if it was to worry him much or not and I was to deter him for there was no need for him to tremble himself for my sake, but soon my resting days were in trouble as the landlady had been so constant for the due rent that was I forced upon to seek some farthings and I did not heed much onto any reasons for me to not try as I was somewhat relieved from my pain after a couple of days but before I could leave the room I was struck with such incurring pain again, I had tried to endeavour such struggle but loud were my outcries and the execrations were terrible, I was such a child that never had possessed any amusement in sentient creatures’ suffer and had not dared to harm any yet was I the one to suffer from this impeccable pain. Perhaps my doctrine beliefs were in doubt as I was tormented not for my actions but for my Uncle’s. My cries had invited Jenny inside my room while he was playing outside, he looked upon my condition as I was lying down on the floor, Jenny helped me to rise and I saw the blood between my legs, I lay down on the bed. Jenny was in fear unexceptionably and I was to be in no avail for him, he looked at me and poured his thought,

“I need to find help,” Though I was in no position to deny his urges, I scorned any authority to have a say as I was perhaps in need of help myself. I held his hand and uttered the words.

“Promise me, you will be quick and be here with me,”

“Fret not sister, I will be very quick,” I judged it very prudent to not utter any words while I watched him leaving me. If I am to imagine you in my place then perhaps you would as well not possess the knowledge that you will never see Jenny once again.

I waited a lot but eventually fell prey to my unconsciousness I suppose in relating to my weakness at the time, though when I woke up I was teased with the absence of Jenny, Yes blood had ceased but my strength was yet to be recovered. I shouted but my voice was hazed and had refused to travel any further than the room, yet I could not bear the thought of losing Jenny as I rose with such trouble and only with one attainment, The night had the unshaken firmness and the silence had screamed the scorned authority that I had. Thus was I dismissed yet My conscience had made me aware of the misery Jenny could be put up to. I walked, trembled, and fell. Our visit to this pothole, raged with supercilious people, I had kept my hopes for ourselves in this town, yet the propensities of troubles had empowered me. I rummaged through the street, asking the mere lads for help but the reactions had a contrary effect as I was dismissed once again, and my efforts to be put in vain consistently. I stumbled upon the road. Now, sir, I must make you aware that the resembles of after events have been altered or say I abhorred the day that I am in refusal to remember anything but I must heed my eyes onto this while it holds a high importance for you, now sir pardon me for directing you away from my story.

As I was to lose my conscious once again I looked up as if my god had appeared against my eyes in high glee Instead it was a woman, her eyes brown, I must say when I look at your eyes I could only think of her, her fingers so delicately thin and her nails so sharp, she looked at my miserable self and muttered the words.

“Dear Lord!! Are you alright?”