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Elizabeth walked slowly down the stairs. The voice she heard made the hairs on her arm stand. And mixed with Aunt Augusta's voice, she felt fear and sadness washing over her. This was not the family weekend she had in mind. But she was determent to make the best of it.

She opened the door to the diningroom and looked around. Her eyes met those of her parents, but also those of Aunt Augusta.

"Ah, here she is. The lady I told you about."

Did George Ramsley looked creepy on the photos she saw, in real life he didn't look any better. Did he look white in those pictures, here he looked like a corpse. A living corpse.

Their eyes met and she felt a chill down her spine. His eyes were blue and cold. They held no emotion.

"You didn't tell me she was black." he said when he eyed her up and down.

Everybody at the table fell silent now and looked at him.

She looked at Aunt Augusta. "You didn't tell me you invited a living corpse for dinner."

Her cousins started laughing and so did her father. Others were grinning, but Aunt Augusta was not amused. She was furious.

"So I assume the wedding is off then said Uncle Albert with a big smile. He raised his glass and said "I toast to that. Here, here."

More glasses joined him and Elizabeth couldn't be more thankfull. She gave him a kiss on his bald head. "Thank you so much Uncle."

Aunt Augusta had turned red and was furious. "I will disinherit you if you..."

Elizabeth jumped on her feet. "I don't care. I have my own money, I don't even want yours."

"That's enough," said Uncle Albert, and slammed his fist on the table. "We did not organise this weekend for marriage proposals. It was to be a nice get together." Then he looked at George and said "Elizabeth is not black."

"She isn't white either."

" Who cares? She is a lovely young lady and can marry who she wants. I don't know what Augusta has told you but we are not a rich family. Augusta might have some money, the rest of us has to work for our money."

George said nothing, but his eyes said it all. He despised them, even Augusta. He got up and left without a word.


Everybody was quiet. Albert looked at Augusta. "I want an explanation."

"Me too," said Elizabeth's father, Riley. "You can't do this. We don't live in the middle ages."

All looked at Augusta, who's thin red lips were pinched together. Then she started to speak. "The Ramsleys are a good match."

"They are a bunch of crooks." said Railey.

"Not true." said Augusta. "They are well connected."

Even Elizabeth was stunned when she heard these words. "I don't believe you."

Augusta looked at her with a wry smile. "You are in no position to contradict me, you ungratefull bitch."

Elizabeth's hand flew through the air and hit Augusta full in the face. "How dare you, speak to me like that. I am not yours to own. I have my own life and you have nothing to do with it. I live it the way I want. And I don't care if you disinherent me. I don't want your filthy money." After her outburst she walked away and started packing. The family weekend was over as far as she was concerned.


Mean while in Gracey Mansion, Ezra and Emma went looking for the letter. They had no idea where to look. Leota was no help.

Edward sat down in front of Elizabeth's portrait in the attick and looked at her. His fingers carresed her painted face. "I miss you so much. When will we be together?"

Emma was furious. "Where can that bloody letter be?" She hardly cursed, so Ezra looked at her, stunned.

"Maybe the young lady can help us. The lady who bought this house."

"We don't know when she arrives. And what will the Master do? Will he be like always and scare her away, or is he going to give her a chance. And I don't think she can see or hear us. So don't expect any help there."

Ezra rufused to believe it. He shook his head. "I am sure she can help. We will find a way to draw her attention. Don't worry. We will find that letter."