Love And Lust At Longbourne
The story of a young love, doomed to failure, to tragedy, by the outdated preconceptions of the time....
Mary sat pensively staring into the fire. Her unpreposessing countenance reflected her inner turmoil. The book lay forgotten by her stockinged foot and her voluminous nightdress flowed over the tattered armchair. After awhile she came back to herself with a jerk, picked up the book and opened it at an illustration. Nobody knew Mary was an authoress, her books were not the kind to be acceptable in polite society. The illustrations, which unbeknownst to the young gentlemen which partoook in such literary pleasure, were drawn from real life, by Mary's dear friend, Georgiana Darcy. Ever since Lizzy's happy marriage to Mr Darcy, Mary and Georgiana had been provided with a close comradeship, and were bound together by ties, which were stronger than any of blood. Mary read a few paragraphs disconsolately, and her mind flew back to the events, which they so passionately detailed. She remembered her first meeting with beloved Georgiana....
It was in a stable. Mary and Georgiana had been destined to go riding together, as Lizzy wished them to become more acquainted. It was on that fateful ride, where they discovered their mutual passion for horses. Mary of course was less experienced in this area, for Georgiana had already spent many months in the company of her brother and his devoted wife, who were greatly fond of the art of riding. Mary remembered watching Georgiana flick her whip while pursing her lisp in a manner so sultry it made Mary tremble with an emotion she had not yet then discovered. The unspoken desire between them existed at that time, only as a frisson of intense attraction.
However as the months went on, they met more frequently in the capacious stables at Pemberly. Where their mutual attraction for each other had grown to immense proportions, so that neither of them could conceal their desires any longer. The remembrance of their first encounter still made Mary tremble with an unspoken passion, that haunted her every dream. It had been in the haybarn at Pemberly, that the two careful lovers had first fallen onto each other's lips. While both were shocked at the turn of this deviation from the normal strict propriety with which they usually conducted themselves, neither could contain the burning desire each felt. Mary spoke, "Is this an eternal flame I feel? Is this love at long last?" She received no answer, for Georgiana lying on the hay was insensible with pleasure.....
The story of a young love, doomed to failure, to tragedy, by the outdated preconceptions of the time....
Mary sat pensively staring into the fire. Her unpreposessing countenance reflected her inner turmoil. The book lay forgotten by her stockinged foot and her voluminous nightdress flowed over the tattered armchair. After awhile she came back to herself with a jerk, picked up the book and opened it at an illustration. Nobody knew Mary was an authoress, her books were not the kind to be acceptable in polite society. The illustrations, which unbeknownst to the young gentlemen which partoook in such literary pleasure, were drawn from real life, by Mary's dear friend, Georgiana Darcy. Ever since Lizzy's happy marriage to Mr Darcy, Mary and Georgiana had been provided with a close comradeship, and were bound together by ties, which were stronger than any of blood. Mary read a few paragraphs disconsolately, and her mind flew back to the events, which they so passionately detailed. She remembered her first meeting with beloved Georgiana....
It was in a stable. Mary and Georgiana had been destined to go riding together, as Lizzy wished them to become more acquainted. It was on that fateful ride, where they discovered their mutual passion for horses. Mary of course was less experienced in this area, for Georgiana had already spent many months in the company of her brother and his devoted wife, who were greatly fond of the art of riding. Mary remembered watching Georgiana flick her whip while pursing her lisp in a manner so sultry it made Mary tremble with an emotion she had not yet then discovered. The unspoken desire between them existed at that time, only as a frisson of intense attraction.
However as the months went on, they met more frequently in the capacious stables at Pemberly. Where their mutual attraction for each other had grown to immense proportions, so that neither of them could conceal their desires any longer. The remembrance of their first encounter still made Mary tremble with an unspoken passion, that haunted her every dream. It had been in the haybarn at Pemberly, that the two careful lovers had first fallen onto each other's lips. While both were shocked at the turn of this deviation from the normal strict propriety with which they usually conducted themselves, neither could contain the burning desire each felt. Mary spoke, "Is this an eternal flame I feel? Is this love at long last?" She received no answer, for Georgiana lying on the hay was insensible with pleasure.....