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(Part 2 was considered too graphically “adult”)
After some weeks, with little opportunity to reignite our passion, Mr Wickham was posted to Brighton and I determined to follow. I arranged to stay with Colonel Forster, the regiment’s Commanding Officer, and his wife. That arrangement lasted but three days before I had moved into Wickham’s room, as Colonel Forster was a most understanding gentleman. [Read more...]
It is a truth almost universally acknowledged that a single woman, lacking a good fortune must be in want of a husband.
I like to think differently.
You have no doubt heard of my sister, Elizabeth Bennett. Her life was immortalised by the great “novelist” Jane Austin, and I was made a minor character in her tale. Elizabeth’s story fit nicely with the themes Miss Austen wanted to portray; mine did not, and so I was grossly misrepresented.
I am Lydia, the youngest of Elizabeth’s sisters – but five and ten years old at the start of her narrative – and often described by our father as the silliest young woman in all of England. But I know things that my sisters will never know and I have known pleasures that Miss Austen could only dream of.
And as for our father, who is he to call anyone silly? To suddenly realise, at fifty years of age, that he will lose his property to the despicable Mr Collins – leaving his many daughters penniless – due to his lack of Y chromosomes and forward planning – are hardly the actions of a sensible man. [Read more...]
