"Oh, dear God, please help her!" Wadsworth tumbled into the wine cellar, "Yvette, are you alright. Speak to me Yvette. Yevette... oh, what have they done to you!" The candle stick flickered in the cold, damp drafts and played shadows across my face. "Its all my fault, I never should have... no, they are the ones at fault, not us. Yvette, please speak to me!" he curled over my body in the dark, scooped up underneath my sides, and gently turned me in his arms. Luckily, Mr. Boddy had such an evil heart as to starve me half to death, so that I was quite lite now, and Wadsworth easily hefted me up and over his shoulder. My limp form hung there in the wine cellar, the chilling temper creating a pinching sensation on our faces, and making the warmth of his body fell like sunlight to me, even through his well made tailcoat. His footsteps rang and echoed in the dank hallway. Up and up the stairs we climbed, until we again reached the daylight.
Away he stole me, up into the green woods. If he placed me back in my bedroom, Mr. Boddy would have me beaten again, and I could hardly bare anymore. He looked down at my black eyes and the torn corners of my mouth. "No, this is not right. It has to stop," he muttered to himself, as he carried me over the expansive bridge and across the roaring river. "I will have to leave you here until nightfall, then I will come for you when the master is not looking. Stay here... Yvette! Please wake up..." He placed me under an overhanging tree by the rive, nestling my body into the tall green grass to hide my wilted form from my attackers. My head resting in his hands for a brief moment, as he looked down at my beaten face, tears welled up in his eyes, and his face quivered for my ill safety.