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    Tuesday, May 4th, 2010
    2:36 am
    Jonathan asks me to send his 'respectful duty',...
    Jonathan asks me to send his 'respectful duty', but I do not think that is good enough from the junior partner of the important firm Hawkins
    Monday, May 3rd, 2010
    2:45 am
    And it is equally certain that the tastes and...
    And it is

    equally certain that the tastes and pursuits of our manhood will

    bear on them the traces of the earlier impressions of our

    education It is therefore not unreasonable to suppose that some

    portion of the neglect of science in England, may be attributed

    to the system of education we pursue A young man passes from

    our public schools to the universities, ignorant almost of the

    elements of every branch of useful knowledge
    Sunday, May 2nd, 2010
    2:41 am
    Shortly after I had arrived, a big parcel from...
    Shortly after I had arrived, a big parcel from abroad came for the ProfessorHe opened it with much impressment, assumed, of course, and showed a great bundle of white flowers

    "These are for you, Miss Lucy," he saidVan Helsing!"

    "Yes, my dear, but not for you to play with Here Lucy made a wry face"Nay, but they are not to take in a decoction or in nauseous form, so you need not snub that so charming nose, or I shall point out to my friend Arthur what woes he may have to endure in seeing so much beauty that he so loves so much distortAha, my pretty miss, that bring the so nice nose all straight againThis is medicinal, but you do not know howI put him in your window, I make pretty wreath, and hang him round your neck, so you sleep wellOh, yes! They, like the lotus flower, make your trouble forgottenIt smell so like the waters of Lethe, and of that fountain of youth that the Conquistadores sought for in the Floridas, and find him all too late

    Whilst he was speaking, Lucy had been examining the flowers and smelling themNow she threw them down saying, with half laughter, and half disgust,

    "Oh, Professor, I believe you are only putting up a joke on meWhy, these flowers are only common garlic

    To my surprise, Van Helsing rose up and said with all his sternness, his iron jaw set and his bushy eyebrows meeting,

    "No trifling with me! I never jest! There is grim purpose in what I do, and I warn you that you do not thwart meTake care, for the sake of others if not for your own Then seeing poor Lucy scared, as she might well be, he went on more gently, "Oh, little miss, my dear, do not fear meI only do for your good, but there is much virtue to you in those so common flowersSee, I place them myself in your roomI make myself the wreath that you are to wearBut hush! No telling to others that make so inquisitive questionsWe must obey, and silence is a part of obedience, and obedience is to bring you strong and well into loving arms that wait for youNow sit still a whileCome with me, friend John, and you shall help me deck the room with my garlic, which is all the way from Haarlem, where my friend Vanderpool raise herb in his glass houses all the yearI had to telegraph yesterday, or they would not have been here

    We went into the room, taking the flowers with usThe Professor's actions were certainly odd and not to be found in any pharmacopeia that I ever heard ofFirst he fastened up the windows and latched them securelyNext, taking a handful of the flowers, he rubbed them all over the sashes, as though to ensure that every whiff of air that might get in would be laden with the garlic smellThen with the wisp he rubbed all over the jamb of the door, above, below, and at each side, and round the fireplace in the same wayIt all seemed grotesque to me, and presently I said, "Well, Professor, I know you always have a reason for what you do, but this certainly puzzles meIt is well we have no sceptic here, or he would say that you were working some spell to keep out an evil spirit

    "Perhaps I am!" he answered quietly as he began to make the wreath which Lucy was to wear round her neck

    We then waited whilst Lucy made her toilet for the night, and when she was in bed he came and himself fixed the wreath of garlic round her neckThe last words he said to her were,

    "Take care you do not disturb it, and even if the room feel close, do not tonight open the window or the door

    "I promise," said Lucy"And thank you both a thousand times for all your kindness to me! Oh, what have I done to be blessed with such friends?"

    As we left the house in my fly, which was waiting, Van Helsing said, "Tonight I can sleep in peace, and sleep I want, two nights of travel, much reading in the day between, and much anxiety on the day to follow, and a night to sit up, without to winkTomorrow in the morning early you call for me, and we come together to see our pretty miss, so much more strong for my 'spell' which I have workHo, ho!"

    He seemed so confident that I, remembering my own confidence two nights before and with the baneful result, felt awe and vague terrorIt must have been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all the more, like unshed
    Saturday, May 1st, 2010
    2:56 am
    He must have come off by himself, for none notice...
    He must have come off by himself, for none notice himIndeed they thought not of him, for soon the fog begin to melt away, and all was clear againMy friends of the thirst and the language that was of bloom and blood laughed, as they told how the captain's swears exceeded even his usual polyglot, and was more than ever full of picturesque, when on questioning other mariners who were on movement up and down the river that hour, he found that few of them had seen any of fog at all, except where it lay round the wharfHowever, the ship went out on the ebb tide, and was doubtless by morning far down the river mouthShe was then, when they told us, well out to sea

    "And so, my dear Madam Mina, it is that we have to rest for a time, for our enemy is on the sea, with the fog at his command, on his way to the Danube mouthTo sail a ship takes time, go she never so quickAnd when we start to go on land more quick, and we meet him thereOur best hope is to come on him when in the box between sunrise and sunsetFor then he can make no struggle, and we may deal with him as we shouldThere are days for us, in which we can make ready our planWe know all about where he goFor we have seen the owner of the ship, who have shown us invoices and all papers that can beThe box we seek is to be landed in Varna, and to be given to an agent, one Ristics who will there present his credentialsAnd so our merchant friend will have done his partWhen he ask if there be any wrong, for that so, he can telegraph and have inquiry made at Varna, we say 'no,' for what is to be done is not for police or of the customsIt must be done by us alone and in our own wayVan Helsing had done speaking, I asked him if he were certain that the Count had remained on board the shipHe replied, "We have the best proof of that, your own evidence, when in the hypnotic trance this morning

    I asked him again if it were really necessary that they should pursue the Count, for oh! I dread Jonathan leaving me, and I know that he would surely go if the others wentHe answered in growing passion, at first quietlyAs he went on, however, he grew more angry and more forceful, till in the end we could not but see wherein was at least some of that personal dominance which made him so long a master amongst men

    "Yes, it is necessary, necessary, necessary! For your sake in the first, and then for the sake of humanityThis monster has done much harm already, in the narrow scope where he find himself, and in the short time when as yet he was only as a body groping his so small measure in darkness and not knowingAll this have I told these othersYou, my dear Madam Mina, will learn it in the phonograph of my friend John, or in that of your husbandI have told them how the measure of leaving his own barren land, barren of peoples, and coming to a new land where life of man teems till they are like the multitude of standing corn, was the work of centuriesWere another of the Undead, like him, to try to do what he has done, perhaps not all the centuries of the world that have been, or that will be, could aid himWith this one, all the forces of nature that are occult and deep and strong must have worked together in some wonderous wayThe very place, where he have been alive, Undead for all these centuries, is full of strangeness of the geologic and chemical worldThere are deep caverns and fissures that reach none know whitherThere have been volcanoes, some of whose openings still send out waters of strange properties, and gases that kill or make to vivifyDoubtless, there is something magnetic or electric in some of these combinations of occult forces which work for physical life in strange way, and in himself were from the first some great qualitiesIn a hard and warlike time he was celebrate that he have more iron nerve, more subtle brain, more braver heart, than any manIn him some vital principle have in strange way found their utmostAnd as his body keep strong and grow and thrive, so his brain grow tooAll this without that diabolic aid which is surely to himFor it have to yield to the powers that come from, and are, symbolic of goodAnd now this is what he is to usHe have infect you, oh forgive me, my dear, that I must say such, but it is for good of you that I
    Monday, April 26th, 2010
    2:38 am
    ?What is it?? said Rosa, a bright, piquant little...
    ?What is it?? said Rosa, a bright, piquant little quadroon who came skipping down stairs at this momentClare?s so impudent!?
    ?On my honor,? said Adolph, ?I?ll leave it to Miss Rosa now
    ?I know he?s always a saucy creature,? said Rosa, poising herself on one of her little feet, and looking maliciously at Adolph?He?s always getting me so angry with him
    ?O! ladies, ladies, you will certainly break my heart, between you,? said Adolph?I shall be found dead in my bed, some morning, and you?ll have it to answer for
    ?Do hear the horrid creature talk!? said both ladies, laughing immoderately
    ?Come,?clar out, you! I can?t have you cluttering up the kitchen,? said Dinah
    Sunday, April 25th, 2010
    3:16 am
    They support you and make you look good to your...
    They support you and make you look good to your external customers
    Appreciate them and treat them with respectUnfortunately, they are often the victims
    of your blamefest: "The jerks in production screwed up again or "The idiots in
    shipping messed up or "Management gave me a lousy price
    Poor internal relationships can have fatal consequences for your external customersI
    recently saw an anonymous quote that supports my point"We have less to fear from
    outside competition than from inside conflict, inefficiencies, discourtesy, and bad
    serviceTake ownership for customer concernsAfter all, you are an
    ambassador for your company, so don't abdicate responsibility for late deliveries, poor
    service, and inadequate supportCustomers really don't care whose fault a problem is
    or how it happenedCustomers aren't interested in fixing the blame
    They want to fix the problemIt's up to you to quarterback all of the company's resources to
    resolve their problem

    When you work in harmony with your internal customers, external customers become the
    beneficiary of your internal relationshipsIn company after company, I see sales working in
    isolation from other departmentsSales cannot fly solo and expect to service the
    expectations of external customersLong-term success means having your entire company
    and all its resources focus on its customers

    Be aware too of your own personal internal customers, such as family, spouse, and parents
    View your kids, spouse, or significant other as your personal internal customersThey also
    deserve respectful treatmentThey are the jewels of your businessDo the job well the first time
    and you often get rewarded with another opportunity to serve themAnd guess what?

    ABC Amber CHM Converter Trial version, ABC Amber CHM Converter Trial version,

    They give you more money! You may have heard that it costs up to five times as much
    to replace a customer as it does to keep oneUnderpromise and
    overdeliver
    Born-Again CustomerThese are previous customers who no longer do business with
    youFor some reason they have forgotten about you or they are still upset with youI
    suggest you dig up their file, give them a call, and settle any outstanding grievancePut
    your ego aside and offer restitution to satisfy the customerDo what it takes to resolve
    the situationVery frequently they will once again be receptive to doing
    business with youThey often become loyal customers provided you resolve the
    problem to their satisfaction
    As you work with your customers, you will find the Sequential Model is applicable to all six
    typesRemember: Pay particular attention to your internal customersYou guessed it, these people have little or no impact on the decision
    They are often an easy point of entry into an account but they seldom contribute to the
    sales processIn fact they do more harm than good by creating a false sense of
    authorityThere is nothing worse than wasting valuable selling hours on people who
    cannot help advance the saleHowever, I'm not suggesting to ignore these people but
    rather exploit their knowledge to deepen your understanding and confidence about the
    Thursday, April 22nd, 2010
    3:49 am
    Then he pulled me quickly in with him and closed...
    Then he pulled me quickly in with him and closed the doorThere is not time to be lostShe will die for sheer want of blood to keep the heart's action as it should beThere must be a transfusion of blood at onceIs it you or me?"

    "I am younger and stronger, Professor

    "Then get ready at onceI will bring up my bag

    I went downstairs with him, and as we were going there was a knock at the hall doorWhen we reached the hall, the maid had just opened the door, and Arthur was stepping quickly inHe rushed up to me, saying in an eager whisper,

    "Jack, I was so anxiousI read between the lines of your letter, and have been in an agonyThe dad was better, so I ran down here to see for myselfIs not that gentleman DrVan Helsing? I am so thankful to you, sir, for coming

    When first the Professor's eye had lit upon him, he had been angry at his interruption at such a time, but now, as he took in his stalwart proportions and recognized the strong young manhood which seemed to emanate from him, his eyes gleamedWithout a pause he said to him as he held out his hand,

    "Sir, you have come in timeYou are the lover of our dear missShe is bad, very, very badNay, my child, do not go like that For he suddenly grew pale and sat down in a chair almost faintingYou can do more than any that live, and your courage is your best help

    "What can I do?" asked Arthur hoarsely"Tell me, and I shall do itMy life is hers, and I would give the last drop of blood in my body for her

    The Professor has a strongly humorous side, and I could from old knowledge detect a trace of its origin in his answer

    "My young sir, I do not ask so much as that, not the last!"

    "What shall I do?" There was fire in his eyes, and his open nostrils quivered with intentVan Helsing slapped him on the shoulder"You are a man, and it is a man we wantYou are better than me, better than my friend John Arthur looked bewildered, and the Professor went on by explaining in a kindly way

    "Young miss is bad, very badShe wants blood, and blood she must have or dieMy friend John and I have consulted, and we are about to perform what we call transfusion of blood, to transfer from full veins of one to the empty veins which pine for himJohn was to give his blood, as he is the more young and strong than me--Here Arthur took my hand and wrung it hard in silence-"But now you are here, you are more good than us, old or young, who toil much in the world of thoughtOur nerves are not so calm and our blood so bright than yours!"

    Arthur turned to him and said, "If you only knew how gladly I would die for her you would understand?" He stopped with a sort of choke in his voice

    "Good boy!" said Van Helsing"In the not-so-far-off you will be happy that you have done all for her you loveCome now and be
    Wednesday, April 21st, 2010
    2:29 am
    ?Lor, yes, Mas?r! old Missis used to say so,...
    ?Lor, yes, Mas?r! old Missis used to say so, tooShe whipped me a heap harder, and used to pull my har, and knock my head agin the door
    Tuesday, April 20th, 2010
    10:07 am
    There were a lot of those horrible,...
    There were a lot of those horrible, strong-smelling flowers about everywhere, and she had actually a bunch of them round her neckI feared that the heavy odour would be too much for the dear child in her weak state, so I took them all away and opened a bit of the window to let in a little fresh airYou will be pleased with her, I am sure

    She moved off into her boudoir, where she usually breakfasted earlyAs she had spoken, I watched the Professor's face, and saw it turn ashen grayHe had been able to retain his self-command whilst the poor lady was present, for he knew her state and how mischievous a shock would beHe actually smiled on her as he held open the door for her to pass into her roomBut the instant she had disappeared he pulled me, suddenly and forcibly, into the dining room and closed the door

    Then, for the first time in my life, I saw Van Helsing break downHe raised his hands over his head in a sort of mute despair, and then beat his palms together in a helpless wayFinally he sat down on a chair, and putting his hands before his face, began to sob, with loud, dry sobs that seemed to come from the very racking of his heart

    Then he raised his arms again, as though appealing to the whole universe"God! God! God!" he said"What have we done, what has this poor thing done, that we are so sore beset? Is there fate amongst us still, send down from the pagan world of old, that such things must be, and in such way? This poor mother, all unknowing, and all for the best as she think, does such thing as lose her daughter body and soul, and we must not tell her, we must not even warn her, or she die, then both dieOh, how we are beset! How are all the powers of the devils against us!"

    Suddenly he jumped to his feet"Come," he said, "come, we must see and actDevils or no devils, or all the devils at once, it matters notWe must fight him all the same He went to the hall door for his bag, and together we went up to Lucy's room

    Once again I drew up the blind, whilst Van Helsing went towards the bedThis time he did not start as he looked on the poor face with the same awful, waxen pallor as beforeHe wore a look of stern sadness and infinite pity

    "As I expected," he murmured, with that hissing inspiration of his which meant so muchWithout a word he went and locked the door, and then began to set out on the little table the instruments for yet another operation of transfusion of bloodI had long ago recognized the necessity, and begun to take off my coat, but he stopped me with a warning hand"Today you must operateYou are weakened already As he spoke he took off his coat and rolled up his shirtsleeve

    Again the operationAgain some return of colour to the ashy cheeks, and the regular breathing of healthy sleepThis time I watched whilst Van Helsing recruited himself and rested

    Presently he took an opportunity of telling MrsWestenra that she must not remove anything from Lucy's room without consulting himThat the flowers were of medicinal value, and that the breathing of their odour was a part of the system of cureThen he took over the care of the case himself, saying that he would watch this night and the next, and would send me word when to come

    After another hour Lucy waked from her sleep, fresh and bright and seemingly not much the worse for her terrible ordeal

    What does it all mean? I am beginning to wonder if my long habit of life amongst the insane is beginning to tell upon my own brain




    LUCY WESTENRA'S DIARY

    17 September-Four days and nights of peaceI am getting so strong again that I hardly know
    Sunday, April 18th, 2010
    2:27 am
    "The qualitative analysis give a quite normal...
    "The qualitative analysis give a quite normal condition, and shows, I should infer, in itself a vigorous state of healthIn other physical matters I was quite satisfied that there is no need for anxiety, but as there must be a cause somewhere, I have come to the conclusion that it must be something mental

    "She complains of difficulty breathing satisfactorily at times, and of heavy, lethargic sleep, with dreams that frighten her, but regarding which she can remember nothingShe says that as a child, she used to walk in her sleep, and that when in Whitby the habit came back, and that once she walked out in the night and went to East Cliff, where Miss Murray found herBut she assures me that of late the habit has not returned

    "I am in doubt, and so have done the best thing I know ofI have written to my old friend and master, Professor Van Helsing, of Amsterdam, who knows as much about obscure diseases as any one in the worldI have asked him to come over, and as you told me that all things were to be at your charge, I have mentioned to him who you are and your relations to Miss WestenraThis, my dear fellow, is in obedience to your wishes, for I am only too proud and happy to do anything I can for her

    "Van Helsing would, I know, do anything for me for a personal reason, so no matter on what ground he comes, we must accept his wishesHe is a seemingly arbitrary man, this is because he knows what he is talking about better than any one elseHe is a philosopher and a metaphysician, and one of the most advanced scientists of his day, and he has, I believe, an absolutely open mindThis, with an iron nerve, a temper of the ice-brook, and indomitable resolution, self-command, and toleration exalted from virtues to blessings, and the kindliest and truest heart that beats, these form his equipment for the noble work that he is doing for mankind, work both in theory and practice, for his views are as wide as his all-embracing sympathyI tell you these facts that you may know why I have such confidence in himI have asked him to come at onceI shall see Miss Westenra tomorrow againShe is to meet me at the Stores, so that I may not alarm her mother by too early a repetition of my call

    John Seward





    LETTER, ABRAHAM VAN HELSING, MD, DPh, DSEWARD

    2 September

    "My good Friend,

    "When I received your letter I am already coming to youBy good fortune I can leave just at once, without wrong to any of those who have trusted meWere fortune other, then it were bad for those who have trusted, for I come to my friend when he call me to aid those he holds dearTell your friend that when that time you suck from my wound so swiftly the poison of the gangrene from that knife that our other friend, too nervous, let slip, you did more for him when he wants my aids and you call for them than all his great fortune could doBut it is pleasure added to do for him, your friend, it is to you that I comeHave near at hand, and please it so arrange that we may see the young lady not too late on tomorrow, for it is likely that I may have to return here that nightBut if need be I shall come again in three days, and stay longer if it mustTill then goodbye, my friend John




    LETTER, DRARTHUR HOLMWOOD

    3 September

    "My dear Art,

    "Van Helsing has come and goneHe came on with me to Hillingham, and found that, by Lucy's discretion, her mother was lunching out, so that we were alone with her

    "Van Helsing made a very careful examination of the patientHe is to report to me, and I shall advise you, for of course I was not present all the timeHe is, I fear, much concerned, but says he must thinkWhen I told him of our friendship and how you trust to me in the matter, he said, 'You must tell him all you thinkTell him what I think, if you can guess it, if you willNay, I am not jestingThis is no jest, but life and death, perhaps more' I asked what he meant by that, for he was very seriousThis was when we had come back to town, and he was having a cup of tea before starting on his return to AmsterdamHe would not give me any further
    2:21 am
    Hello, my account friends
    Welcome to my first blog
    Tuesday, January 12th, 2010
    3:15 am
    Quiet, now, I hear them Scarlett crawled into...
    Quiet, now, I hear them Scarlett crawled into Cat's cubbyhole and
    drew her little gin into her embraceMomma's scared silly Cat covered her giggling
    with
    her handThe voices and the torches came nearerScarlett
    recognized
    boasting of Joe O'Neill, the blacksmith"And didn't I say we'd the
    English to a man if they ever dared to march into Ballyhara? F you
    see
    it, then, the face of him when I raised my arm? 'If you a God,' says
    I, 'which I doubt, make your peace with him now,' then I drove the
    pike
    into him, like spitting a grand fat pig held her hands over Cat's
    earsNow frightened she must be, fearless little CatShe's never
    nestled close to me this way in lifeScarlett blew softly on Cat's
    neck, aroon, aroon, and rocked baby in her lap from side to side as if
    her arms were the safe sides of a sturdy cradleOther voices
    overlapped O'Neill's"The O'hara'd gone over the English, did I not
    say it long ago?" "Aye, that you did dan, and fool I was to argue"
    "Did you see her, now, down her knees by the redcoat?"
    "Shooting's too good for her, I we hang her
    Thursday, January 7th, 2010
    6:33 am
    Anything else you ask me, though it be to fetch...
    Anything else you ask
    me, though it be to fetch you the moon for a baubleI do not perform
    the sacraments
    "Whyever not? That's your job
    "No, Scarlett, that's the job of a parish priest or on special
    occasions a bishop or archbishop or moreI'm a missionary priest,
    working to ease the sufferings of the ,p,oorI perform no "You could
    make an exception"That I could not, and that's an end of itBut
    the grandest of godfathers I'll be, if asked, and see to it that Father
    Flynn doesn't drop the babe in the font or on the floor, and I'll teach
    him his catechism with such eloquence that he'll think he's learning a
    limerick insteadDo ask me, Scarlett darling, or you'll break my
    yearning heart
    "Of course I'll ask you
    "Then I've got what I came for
    Now I can go beg a meal in a house that adds salt
    I'm going to rest until the rain stops then go see Grandmother and
    Kathleen while I canThe Boyne's almost too high to ford already
    "One more promise, and I'll stop fussing youStay in your house
    Saturday evening with your door shut tight and your curtains
    Wednesday, January 6th, 2010
    1:19 am
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was...
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was accepted
    that sometimes a crop failed or a storm wrought havoc. She knew
    that
    next year would be different, and certainly better. She was not a
    failure because of the disaster of the drought and the hail. It wasn't
    like the lumber business or the store where she would have been
    responsible if there had been no profit. Besides, the losses would
    barely make a dent in her fortune. could be extravagant for the rest
    of her life, and the crops at hara could fail every year, and she
    would still have plenty of money Scarlett sighed unconsciously. For so
    many years she worked and scrimped and saved, thinking that if only
    she
    could I enough money, she would be happy.
    Now she had it, thanks Rhett, and somehow it didn't mean anything at
    all. Except that t was no longer anything to work for, to scheme and
    strive for. She wasn't foolish enough to want to be poor and despei
    again, but she needed to be challenged, to use her quick" to conquer
    obstacles. And so she thought with longing about jumping fences and
    ditches and taking chances on a powerful horse she controlled by force
    of will. When the accounts were done, Scarlett turned to the pile
    personal mail with a silent groan. She hated writing letters. She
    ready knew what was in the mail. Many were invitations. She them in
    a
    stack. harriet could pen the polite refusals for her, no would know
    she hadn't written them herself, and harriet loved useful. There were
    two more proposals. Scarlett received at least week. They pretended
    to be love letters, but she knew very well they wouldn't be there if
    she wasn't a rich widow.
    Most of them, anyhow. She replied to the first one with the
    convenient
    phrases about "honored by your regard" and "unable to return your
    affection to the degree you merit" and "place incalculable value on
    your friendship" that protocol demanded and supplied. The second
    was
    not so easy. It was from Charles Ragland.
    Of all the men she had met in Ireland, Charles was the most truly
    eligible to her. His adoration was convincing, not at all like the
    elaborate fawning over her that so many men did. he wasn't after her
    money, she was sure of that. he came from money himself, his people
    were big landowners in England. he was a younger son, and he'd
    chosen
    the army instead of the Church. But he must have some money of
    his own.
    His dress u
    panoply. At bottom, Scarlett had never in her life backed down from a
    challenge and never would. Another name was called. Not hers.
    God's
    nightgown! We they going to make her be last? Charlotte hadn't
    warned
    her that. Charlotte hadn't even told her until the last minute that
    she' be alone all the way. "I'll find you in the supper room after
    Drawing Room is over." That was a fine way to treat her, throw.. her
    to the wolves like that. She stole another glance down her She was
    terrified that she might just fall right out of the scandalc
    Tuesday, January 5th, 2010
    2:00 am
    None of it mattered
    None of it
    mattered. She must be home, waiting, when Rhett arrived. If only
    John
    Morland hadn't taken so long to tell her about everything, she could
    have been on the Dublin train. Rhett might even be on it, he could
    have been going anywhere when he left Bart's box. It took nearly
    three
    and a half hours to get to Moate, where Scarlett got out of the
    train.
    It was after four, but at least she was on her way, instead of on the
    train that was just leaving Galway. "Where can I buy a good horse?"
    she asked the station master. "I don't care what it costs, as long as
    it has a saddle and bridle and speed." She had almost fifty miles
    still to go. The owner of the horse wanted to bargain. Wasn't that
    half the pleasure of the selling? he asked his friends in the King's
    Coach bar after he bought a pint for every man there. The crazy
    woman
    had thrown gold sovereigns at him and gone off like the devil was on
    her trail. Astride! he didn't want to say how much lace she was
    showing nor how much leg with no decent covering to it at all, only a
    silk stocking and some boots not thick enough to walk on a floor with,
    never even to imagine resting in a stirrup. Scarlett led the limping
    horse across the bridge into Mullingar just before seven o'clock. At
    the livery stable she handed the reins to a groom.
    "Ne's not lame, just winded and with a weakness," she said. "Cool him
    down slowly and he'll be as good as he ever was, not that he was ever
    much. I'll give him to you if you'll sell me one of the hunters you
    keep for the officers at the fort. Don't tell me you don't have any,
    I've hunted with some of the officers, and I know where they rented
    their mounts. Change over this saddle in under five minutes and
    there's an extra guinea for you." By ten after seven she was on her
    way, with twenty-six miles ahead and directions for a shortcut if she
    went cross-country instead of following the road. She rode past Trim
    Castle and onto the road to Ballyhara at nine o'clock. Every muscle in
    her body ached, and her bones felt splintered. But she was only a
    little over three miles from home, and the misty twilight was gentle
    and soft on eyes and skin. A gentle rain began to fall. Scarlett
    leaned forward, patted the horse's neck "A good walk around and
    rubdown
    and the best hot mash in Counrv Meath for you, whatever your name
    is.
    You took those jumps Time
    that
    described them. Every evening she took the newspaper down to
    Kennedy's
    bar to show the people of Ballyhara how famous The O'hara was. Day
    by
    day, grumbling about Scarlett's fondness for the English gave way to
    pride that The O 'hara was more admired than any of the Anglo
    women.
    Colum did not applaud Rosaleen Fitzpatrick's cleverness. His mood
    was
    too somber for him to see the humor in it. "The Anglos will seduce her
    just as they're doing John Devoy," he said. Colum was both wrong
    and
    right. No one in Dublin wanted Scarlett to be less
    Sunday, January 3rd, 2010
    7:57 pm
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was...
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was accepted
    that sometimes a crop failed or a storm wrought havoc. She knew
    that
    next year would be different, and certainly better. She was not a
    failure because of the disaster of the drought and the hail. It wasn't
    like the lumber business or the store where she would have been
    responsible if there had been no profit. Besides, the losses would
    barely make a dent in her fortune. could be extravagant for the rest
    of her life, and the crops at hara could fail every year, and she
    would still have plenty of money Scarlett sighed unconsciously. For so
    many years she worked and scrimped and saved, thinking that if only
    she
    could I enough money, she would be happy.
    Now she had it, thanks Rhett, and somehow it didn't mean anything at
    all. Except that t was no longer anything to work for, to scheme and
    strive for. She wasn't foolish enough to want to be poor and despei
    again, but she needed to be challenged, to use her quick" to conquer
    obstacles. And so she thought with longing about jumping fences and
    ditches and taking chances on a powerful horse she controlled by force
    of will. When the accounts were done, Scarlett turned to the pile
    personal mail with a silent groan. She hated writing letters. She
    ready knew what was in the mail. Many were invitations. She them in
    a
    stack. harriet could pen the polite refusals for her, no would know
    she hadn't written them herself, and harriet loved useful. There were
    two more proposals. Scarlett received at least week. They pretended
    to be love letters, but she knew very well they wouldn't be there if
    she wasn't a rich widow.
    Most of them, anyhow. She replied to the first one with the
    convenient
    phrases about "honored by your regard" and "unable to return your
    affection to the degree you merit" and "place incalculable value on
    your friendship" that protocol demanded and supplied. The second
    was
    not so easy. It was from Charles Ragland.
    Of all the men she had met in Ireland, Charles was the most truly
    eligible to her. His adoration was convincing, not at all like the
    elaborate fawning over her that so many men did. he wasn't after her
    money, she was sure of that. he came from money himself, his people
    were big landowners in England. he was a younger son, and he'd
    chosen
    the army instead of the Church. But he must have some money of
    his own.
    His dress uansfield
    Park
    by
    Jane Austen
    A PENN STATE
    ELECTRONIC CLASSICS SERIES
    PUBLICATION
    Mansfield Park by Jane Austen is a publication of the
    Pennsylvania State University. This Portable Document
    file is furnished free and without any charge of any kind.
    Any person using this document file, for any purpose,
    and in any way does so at his or her own risk. Neither
    the Pennsylvania State University nor Jim Manis, Faculty
    Editor, nor anyone associated with the Pennsylvania
    State University assumes any responsibility for the
    Friday, January 1st, 2010
    3:17 am
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was...
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was accepted
    that sometimes a crop failed or a storm wrought havoc. She knew
    that
    next year would be different, and certainly better. She was not a
    failure because of the disaster of the drought and the hail. It wasn't
    like the lumber business or the store where she would have been
    responsible if there had been no profit. Besides, the losses would
    barely make a dent in her fortune. could be extravagant for the rest
    of her life, and the crops at hara could fail every year, and she
    would still have plenty of money Scarlett sighed unconsciously. For so
    many years she worked and scrimped and saved, thinking that if only
    she
    could I enough money, she would be happy.
    Now she had it, thanks Rhett, and somehow it didn't mean anything at
    all. Except that t was no longer anything to work for, to scheme and
    strive for. She wasn't foolish enough to want to be poor and despei
    again, but she needed to be challenged, to use her quick" to conquer
    obstacles. And so she thought with longing about jumping fences and
    ditches and taking chances on a powerful horse she controlled by force
    of will. When the accounts were done, Scarlett turned to the pile
    personal mail with a silent groan. She hated writing letters. She
    ready knew what was in the mail. Many were invitations. She them in
    a
    stack. harriet could pen the polite refusals for her, no would know
    she hadn't written them herself, and harriet loved useful. There were
    two more proposals. Scarlett received at least week. They pretended
    to be love letters, but she knew very well they wouldn't be there if
    she wasn't a rich widow.
    Most of them, anyhow. She replied to the first one with the
    convenient
    phrases about "honored by your regard" and "unable to return your
    affection to the degree you merit" and "place incalculable value on
    your friendship" that protocol demanded and supplied. The second
    was
    not so easy. It was from Charles Ragland.
    Of all the men she had met in Ireland, Charles was the most truly
    eligible to her. His adoration was convincing, not at all like the
    elaborate fawning over her that so many men did. he wasn't after her
    money, she was sure of that. he came from money himself, his people
    were big landowners in England. he was a younger son, and he'd
    chosen
    the army instead of the Church. But he must have some money of
    his own.
    His dress u
    panoply. At bottom, Scarlett had never in her life backed down from a
    challenge and never would. Another name was called. Not hers.
    God's
    nightgown! We they going to make her be last? Charlotte hadn't
    warned
    her that. Charlotte hadn't even told her until the last minute that
    she' be alone all the way. "I'll find you in the supper room after
    Drawing Room is over." That was a fine way to treat her, throw.. her
    to the wolves like that. She stole another glance down her She was
    terrified that she might just fall right out of the scandalc
    Tuesday, December 29th, 2009
    10:18 am
    You will come to know how bitter as salt and...
    You will come to know how bitter as salt and stone
    is the bread of others, how hard the way that goes up and down stairs that never are your own.
    Dante, ?The Paradiso?

    What can a flame remember? If it remembers a little less than is necessary, it goes out
    10:08 am
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was...
    But Scarlett had grown up in a world where it was accepted
    that sometimes a crop failed or a storm wrought havoc. She knew
    that
    next year would be different, and certainly better. She was not a
    failure because of the disaster of the drought and the hail. It wasn't
    like the lumber business or the store where she would have been
    responsible if there had been no profit. Besides, the losses would
    barely make a dent in her fortune. could be extravagant for the rest
    of her life, and the crops at hara could fail every year, and she
    would still have plenty of money Scarlett sighed unconsciously. For so
    many years she worked and scrimped and saved, thinking that if only
    she
    could I enough money, she would be happy.
    Now she had it, thanks Rhett, and somehow it didn't mean anything at
    all. Except that t was no longer anything to work for, to scheme and
    strive for. She wasn't foolish enough to want to be poor and despei
    again, but she needed to be challenged, to use her quick" to conquer
    obstacles. And so she thought with longing about jumping fences and
    ditches and taking chances on a powerful horse she controlled by force
    of will. When the accounts were done, Scarlett turned to the pile
    personal mail with a silent groan. She hated writing letters. She
    ready knew what was in the mail. Many were invitations. She them in
    a
    stack. harriet could pen the polite refusals for her, no would know
    she hadn't written them herself, and harriet loved useful. There were
    two more proposals. Scarlett received at least week. They pretended
    to be love letters, but she knew very well they wouldn't be there if
    she wasn't a rich widow.
    Most of them, anyhow. She replied to the first one with the
    convenient
    phrases about "honored by your regard" and "unable to return your
    affection to the degree you merit" and "place incalculable value on
    your friendship" that protocol demanded and supplied. The second
    was
    not so easy. It was from Charles Ragland.
    Of all the men she had met in Ireland, Charles was the most truly
    eligible to her. His adoration was convincing, not at all like the
    elaborate fawning over her that so many men did. he wasn't after her
    money, she was sure of that. he came from money himself, his people
    were big landowners in England. he was a younger son, and he'd
    chosen
    the army instead of the Church. But he must have some money of
    his own.
    His dress uansfield
    Park
    by
    Jane Austen
    A PENN STATE
    ELECTRONIC CLASSICS SERIES
    PUBLICATION
    Mansfield Park by Jane Austen is a publication of the
    Pennsylvania State University. This Portable Document
    file is furnished free and without any charge of any kind.
    Any person using this document file, for any purpose,
    and in any way does so at his or her own risk. Neither
    the Pennsylvania State University nor Jim Manis, Faculty
    Editor, nor anyone associated with the Pennsylvania
    State University assumes any responsibility for the
    Friday, December 25th, 2009
    4:37 pm
    Hello, my friends
    Welcome to my first blog
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