VI

"Sir, do you mind feeling an apple in your mouth? Perhaps I have my foreboding in regard to yourself, you should intake medicine as well, now I must proceed onto my story, though it will only involve me in more trouble yet I want my words to be heard and I suppose you are the only one that is capable of hearing, whenever I indulge myself in the thoughts of those times, I feel the great dismal for myself as if they are here to haunt me, I must not lean onto something else and talk about the incident. One night, we had finished our supper and had nice laughs among us three, though I had not forgotten the malicious attempt of my Uncle on the first morning of my arrival yet I decided to not heed much. Jenny and uncle had vestiges into their sleep and I was destined to take care of the plates, though it took not much of my time, I walked to the room where Jenny was hopelessly sleeping and I took the place beside my sweet sibling. I remember the moon, it was shining more effectually than ever when I was unclasped from my preposterous dreams by the contemptible force of my uncle, I woke up and looked at his face and understood his peril intention. In my eyes, he was never a man of refreshing candour of sorts, and his ailing capricious, I had no knowledge of how to reconcile it. As my eyes were open I trembled with the great shock, though he held my mouth to not let my threatened lips let out a scream, yet I felt the traits of my screams within myself.

   "Fret not dear, I am here to do no harm to you, perhaps you should not wake the poor Jenny to witness the expedition of our similar feelings," he whispered, "I must confess, I am greatly attracted to you, Evelyn, perhaps I have seen you looking at me with your leer reeked with your own perversity, and I wish to think that I am not wrong in this regard."

   He didn't say much and didn't let me utter a word, and his cheeks had a gentle smile but for me, it reiterated my vexation or perhaps my anger.

   "Say it, Evelyn, Say it, I will not hold you anymore," he retraced his hands from my lips and I was delivered a chance to speak as I must confess, the anger had taken over me and it was utterly evident in my next sentence.

    "Get off of me you bastard!" though I had my power behind the words, yet it was not enough to make Jenny wake. I started to let my hands go free and hit him yet he held my hands soon enough and leered at my own eyes.

    "If you make any such noises then I am afraid I will murder you and your brother as well, he is too young to be graved, you must think about that,"

   His threat held such exertions to serve my dreaded silence, his face suggested the depositary of his dispelled belief about my love for him and now he had expected of me to provide pretensions of my own, it nearly broke my reconciled heart, not for his beliefs but for the miserable future of ourselves.

  "I suppose I was wrong, I can see the inclement on your face, perhaps you should not fret as I assure your safety, Evelyn, if you agree to my terms as well," he said with such a great gaiety and so careless so false and out of his bad-tempered character.

  "No, I will not! You get off of me!" I started to force my escape by pushing him, even though I knew that he was a lot bigger than myself. He quickly traced my hands onto his strong grip and retraced our very old position.

  "Don't you be so obstinate, it will do no good for you dear," this gaiety change of his only increased the sad attraction for me, and as he could say much the smile formed within his cheeks, I struggled to free myself, he offered his wish for me to treat him on terms of rigid etiquette though I would not! No woman will!

   "Stay silent cunt! Your struggle will wake Jenny!" he held my body with so much power that perfectly matched my intense fear,  he then amply turned me over forcefully.

   "Do not make a sound or else you will endanger the young life of this boy."

He lifted my petty coat and I was forced to face the floor which was careless evidence of his acts against my eyes."

Mr. Garret tumbled upon the point to intervene himself and let the paper rest beside his place of sleep, he rose and decided to have a nice conversation with the maid. The guilt of the consequences of his words was heavy on his shoulders, though he wished to let the effect of his saddened acts dispel yet he was hesitant at first to even let his lips walk against her eyes. He stood against the kitchen with his hands behind his back, and as he could trot a word she had faced his sad candour face.

   "Are you here to make fun of my work again?" she asked as she was employed by the cleaning of plates. For a moment, Mr. Garret stood against his will and felt the sudden urge to stay silent and let her absorb his utterance of the guilt that he had struggled to feel though amply he was forced to speak.

  "Perhaps I am here to seek your forgiveness, I was not myself back then,"

  "I will guarantee your forgiveness if you agree to rest for the entire day, otherwise, I will hold my anger against you until the duration of your sojourn expires!"

  "And what if I agree to your preposterous question then what will happen?" he asked.

  "Then we will have the safety of our friendship," she said with such a gentle smile and her eyes that could not mean anything but the sharpness and her gorgeousness that in his eyes no one could match.

  "I will be resting for the rest of the day if you allow me to treat you well by having you hold on to a nice restaurant with myself," his body had such a confidence that could only startle her and or did as her contemplation was on him for the alluring reasons.

  "Do you mind giving me your answer?" he broke her engagement with her admiring eyes.

  "Oh no sir, I must say, I am not a lady to venture into a rich restaurant with a person like yourself,"

  "Oh you are not required to worry, I am sure if I put you in the right clothes then I can pass you as a fine lady any day, well My patience does not require your answer at this moment so you may speak in this regard at your own will,"

  Mr. Garret began to surpass her and to disappear in his room once again to fulfill his word's importance though before he could turn round The maid had forbearance his feet.

  "Sir, but I do not possess any such right clothes,"

Mr. Garret stopped and looked at her, he had a few unimportant words but decided to restrict his lips and said what held the importance.

  "Perhaps if I say I will come with a dressmaker and employ them to their hardest task then?"

She gave him a smile and didn't hesitate a little to say what she intended to before she could suspend her work.

  "Then  sir, I will be honored to go with you."