“No there is a spot deep inside which requires soothment, yet I cannot reach it unless.” I left the notion hanging. “She has nothing, the lands will go to the brother.”
“She is delightful, and beautiful, and” I insisted. He shook his head, “Tis bad luck to drink with officers sir, but I say thank you.”
I took a walk, my whole purpose had been to tell of Carruthers’ heroic death to his beloved, I had wrote down what I believed she wanted him to say, and indeed I copied it out for Katherine. “Quite, quite so,”
Young Julian Carruthers on the other hand had at once seen the attraction of my sister Gwendolyn, her penduous udders now sagged and wobbled obscenely as Julian struggled to disrobe her oblivious to his own mother’s debauchery not two yards from where they lay. “This peacock, we cannot sustain two dowagers,” she said, “I have my Julian to think of and the delightful Miss Acock.”
I was dumbfounded, the audacity of the witch, her son not dead two months and she wished his
