IV

"I knocked on his door and he had shown his appearance, I was not enlightened to see him in any good health sir, I had my hopes that he could be ailing by any means. As he saw me his eyes were already awash with fear, I had no knowledge of that at the time of our interaction but now I intelligibly know the reason for such behaviour, perhaps the town where he was settled was no good for any sort of kids, yet I had heard no harm of the place.

"Quickly, come inside, you cunt!" his language held such a pang for me, Sir, he was such a pervert but he never had talked to any of us in that way.

"What is the reason for your melancholy mood?" I asked as he shut the door.

"There are some men with perilous intentions outside with their patience waiting for their prey, you must not dare to venture out by yourself or even with Jenny!" he said nothing else and took himself inside his room. I was in doubt myself of the meaning behind his statement but I didn't focus much on the matter as I settled myself in those walls that had no room for us. The first night elapsed and I was awoken by the unforeseen act of insolence, I dilated my eyes and saw my uncle, standing as he tightened his grip round my hair.

"Get me my breakfast you ugly whore!"

"Why are you in such an unceremonious way for my visit?!" I asked while I freed my hair.

"Don't you dare to talk to me in such a malice manner you witch, now get my breakfast on!"

Unfortunately, I had no other options but to obey my fellow man while I awaited for his tranquility to return, he had sat down yet his leering couldn't be much lesser than an apprehension for my safety but I had the knowledge of my choices, I was fated to absorb his cruelty for Jenny.

"I never would have guessed what has become of your atoning kindness! You should rot in hell!"

He rose and slowly moved a few steps closer to me, and his eyes could mean nothing else but anger and his will to harm me, sir as you may already know he was indeed capable of that.

"You may not deserve my atoning kindness," suddenly his feet ceased. "But should you supersede your mother you will be worthy of my nice attention," I spotted the intention in his eyes as he began to prowl for me.

"Do not come near me!" I informed him, though no effect was evident on him.

"Look at you, you have the presence of your mother, perhaps you will do much better than her,"

He suddenly held my hand, and at that time I understood that I could not preclude the petrified event and my struggle could pass as obscurity, he came nearer and forcefully turned me over and smote my face on the table.

"Leave me, you wicked bastard!" I shouted.

"Cease your lips, let me…." He lifted my petty coat, still, I struggled but invigorating had deserted me, tears had flown down my cheeks, and before he could prosper in attempting the malicious act of crime, Jenny had woken up, perhaps Uncle's loud shout had helped him to wake up, he looked straight upon myself, oh sir, I must confess what an unamiable event that was to be to wake up and seize it in your eyes. As Uncle had seen Jenny awake he traced his footsteps and without saying anything he deserted us there and wandered out. I was disgusted and had my tears confined to my eyes. I was not long in my own disgrace as I had the knowledge of the leering of Jenny, I am sure he would have been engaged with his confusing eyes. I ceased my sobbing and quickly returned to Jenny.

"Has uncle harmed you in any way?" he asked.

"No Dear, He did not harm me, though even if he did, I suppose you should not think too much about the matter for I do not think that it is a responsibility for you, does it?" I asked."

The rain had tumbled upon its cessation and the dim light of the sun had stolen Mr. Garret's attentive eyes, he looked straight upon it and decided to venture inside the house. The paintings were nicely tact and were in great condition, he walked to the garden but the odor of flowers that was evident when he arrived was now graved by the heavy rain earlier, as he proceeded in his adventure he found the maid, her fingers moving clumsily on the plates for she was employed to clean. Perhaps in the eyes of Mr. Garret, she was deprived of the skills that she was detained to do.

"You have not informed me your name yet," said Mr. Garret, as his words reached her, her saunter had deserted her and the shock had attuned her. The plate had slipped away and it was shattered onto the floor.

"Please once again forgive me, sir, I suppose I have a habit of breaking glasses," she bowed.

"No ---- No, I am partly responsible for your mistake as well, I suddenly startled you,"

"Oh then, I suppose I need to forgive you as well, but I had sought forgiveness before you so I must be the first one to receive your pardon,"

Mr. Garret smiled and decided to append his forgiveness in his next sentence.

"You shall receive my pardon and for making me worthy of your amnesty, I must help you in picking up these dangerous materials,"

"Oh no, you are not required to do that, It is for me to do,"

"It is no audacious for me, I can manage to do something quite simple as it is,"

She said nothing yet her eyes were in hesitation while she was not to disobey her master, he entered the kitchen and bowed down with herself. He held the glasses onto his palm, one by one, then he tumbled upon a large piece and it had avowed its simplicity as his finger turned red. Mr. Garret held the cut in an attempt to let the trot of blood cease. It gave nothing to the maid but a detestable event of the day.

"I had informed you to not indulge yourself and yet, show me your finger," Mr. Garret had let her eyes survey the seriousness of his injury, she looked at it not long enough but her eyes implicitly showed the fear.

"Stay still, I might take a few minutes to find the medicine for you, if you may then you must go to your room to rest, I have finished cleaning your room."

Mr. Garret quietly nodded and ventured into his adventure, he turned away to the lonely backyard that stood with the lonely summer trees without its leaves, the prescient sadness that was within those trees, he surpassed it and went inside the room. The quilt was entirely clean and those curtains had the aroma of a newly bought subject, his glance shifted to the injured finger and the blood kept its flow. The maid had shown her presence not long enough before he fell into the quilt, her hands had the bottle of honey and a large piece of cloth, as she tumbled near Mr. Garret he rose and sat down.

"Show me your hand," she ordered and poured the honey onto his wound, tied his finger with the cloth, and looked at his tentative eyes.

"Certainly your finger will have a much longer life now,"

"Perhaps the cut was not much audacious," she looked at his eyes and her inveterate convivial self had vestiges into the darkness, then her lips retort the words.

"Certainly it was, I have seen my mother suffer when her finger had been cut, they had to cut the defective finger from her hand,"

Mr. Garret felt the urge to seek forgiveness as his answer held the contingency of her saddened time.

"I am so sorry if my words had given you resemblance with your painful memories, I was not been known to that fact, that must be very hard upon yourself,"

"No – No, your words have not been offending at all, Perhaps it was hard at a certain time but I am quite satisfied that my mother has not been ailing at any means these last few years," and then the silence formed within their preposterous leering, it felt more than a minute for her to regain the conscious that had deserted her.

"Perhaps I can spot the sleep in your eyes, sir, you must rest and I must go, I am detained to finish my work, pardon me and let me go at once." She rose and stood a while waiting patiently for the approval of her master.

"Yes, sure," she bowed and left Mr. Garret along with the letter, he looked at the pale pages and returned his attention to it, he lifted the letter in the dim sunlight that had the approval of the slats of the window. He began to read.

"I was shocked by the behaviour of Uncle, sir. He had sent the disgust into my mind and perhaps the doubt as well as to whether I should stay or find another sojourn for us, he was no sensible man, if he was in his eyes then who am I to send his great delusion into haze? In my eyes, no sensible man could engage in such a malicious thought of even letting his finger touch a woman without her agreeable nod. Due to the distress that he caused me after his precipitous act, I forgot about the important matter, that is to say the breakfast, and I was known to the fact that it could be the intercession of what was left of our peace. I quickly rose and ascended my mind to the work of provision as I first prepared the onions, I suppose I should not indulge myself in explaining the inveterate of mine in regard to cooking. I was done finishing before he could avow his appearance and as he came I spotted the anger in his eyes, it was to be enough for me to disperse onto my thoughts, whether I should have left the house for some time but yet his words were stuck onto my mind as he had obliged myself to not go alone outside.

"Is my breakfast ready?" he asked.

"Yes, it is," I replied as Jenny ran to me and stood beside me.

"I am in such hunger, what is taking you so long? Feed me you lazy witch!" and then his haggard anger showed itself in his sentence. I was fated to follow his words, he announced awash with his rage had forced me to ready his breakfast, had ever the slovenly thought of poisoning his food come to my attention? Oh for sure but I suppose I had my own reasons for the forbearance, I must come to the story. I suppressed my utter vehemence and served him the food and the day elapsed normally, though I was fated to work as similar to a wife of the poor house as I tumbled upon the work of caring for Jenny and for my uncle as well, even I was obliged to clean his undies, sir I had no intention to insult those works as my mother had already prepared me for the time when I was destined for my marriage when I come to a certain age. Soon enough a week elapsed and I noticed my Uncle's behaviour to be filled with tranquility. Indeed I was relaxed and a perilous contingency was such a trifle to my eyes now but how wrong I was. I think sir, you must take a rest, I feel you have detained yourself to read this letter in only a day, you must be exhausted so I propose you to take a rest, and I will leave my story here in these pages for a while."

Mr. Garret read her voice and finished the first letter, he was in torpor for sure. He shut his eyes without any of his vexations betrothed within his thoughts as when he saw the rain first, though the moon had held its head high in the sky and his plan was already ruined yet he found the sky greatly relieved. With the soothing sound of wind rattling onto the slats of the window, he slumbered towards the next morning.