Patricia.
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Make cards for family with various stamps and craft dies. Novice short story writer. (None that are published as yet. Just poetry.)
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Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
November 25, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 25, 1854.
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
"If you knew who attacked me, what would you do to them?"
Bertha took a sip of her sherry, readjusted the black veil to hide her face, then sat back to speculate.
"I'd bleedin' get 'em alone on a moonless night," she chortled.
Well, at least I had a last resort!
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2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
2/2
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
"More?" The man peered down his cadaverous nose at me.
"If I am correct in my thinking, I beg you to help me put an end to Sir John Geeson."
A moment of perfect understanding seemed to pass between us.
Then Mr Death raised his hands and smiled. "Young man, I am but a humble clerk."
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Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
November 24, 2025 at 8:13 AM
Friday November 24 1854.
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
"I wasn't expecting another visit." Mr Death looked surprised to see me. I steeled myself to broach what promised to be a thorny conversation.
"Good sir," I began, "you must be aware that for some time now I've suspected you of being something...*more*."
1/2
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Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
November 23, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Thursday November 23, 1854.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
"He what?" asked George.
"He outright refused to believe me," I repeated.
"And after all we've done for him!"
I might have taken solace in George's vehemence but, honestly, I feared Sir John would go free.
Mr Tibbles sensed my mood and gave my calf a butt.
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3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
3/3
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
"I managed to track them down, sir." I replied.
"Ah! Where are they?"
"In the city of Hull...though I doubt they are there any longer."
"Hull?" Sergeant Gray's lips pursed.
There are fools in this world, and people you can easily fool, but Sergeant Gray is not among them.
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2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/3
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
Explaining my situation would have gone considerably quicker without his constant interjections. And yet he finally took me seriously.
"How is it you know that these escaped housebreakers did not attack Lady Geeson?" he asked.
It was the question I had dreaded.
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Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
November 22, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 22, 1854.
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
With my options dwindling by the second, I sought out the good Sergeant Gray. I can't say he was pleased to see me.
"This is the scene of a crime," he snapped, not that his singsong Welsh vowels aided his annoyance any. "You cannot be here!"
1/3
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Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
November 21, 2025 at 7:51 AM
Tuesday November 21, 1854.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
Over the years I have killed three people, and have sworn to myself not to do it again.
Yet Sir John Geeson killed his wife and did his best to kill me. My arm proves a constant reminder.
I could ask Bertha, I reflected...but my soul yearns for my own justice.
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Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
November 20, 2025 at 7:48 AM
Monday November 20, 1854.
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
The office felt dark, much like my mood, for the day was overcast and grey.
"George, what are the chances the police might investigate Sir John?"
"A gent like him?" he said, not even looking up from his paper. "Next to none."
"That's what I thought too."
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Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
November 19, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 19, 1854.
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
George's wife Mary rounded on me after the service.
"How dare you keep my husband working late last Friday night!" she railed at me. "I was cooking a boiling fowl!"
"I didn't realize, miss," I stuttered.
"Do you know how often George's mother lets me cook?"
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2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
In the end even Bertha believed him.
Within hours of freeing his mates from Pentonville, they were on a train to Glasgow.
While admitting to breaking into Sir John's originally, he denied ever seeing the man's wife.
"It weren't one of us what struck 'er down, and that's h'a fact!"
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Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
November 18, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Saturday November 18, 1854.
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
The pigeon man, the only member of the gang that broke into Sir John's residence not to be caught, seemed resigned to answering our many questions.
Spending even an hour with Alex and Charley will do that, I reflected, as I watched the man squirm.
1/2
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4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
4/4
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
Charley was soon followed by Alex. Bertha, who'd never travelled by train, breathed a sigh of relief.
"Least they're blinkin' safe," she said.
"Who's that?" asked George, as Alex pulled a third man from the carriage.
I squinted. It was the man I'd seen releasing the pigeons!
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3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
3/4
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
"Where the bleedin' 'ell are they?" asked Bertha. Porters and passengers alike swarmed about us in the smokey, gaslit gloom.
Then from one of the very last carriages emerged the unmistakable figure of Charley.
"Trust them to travel first class," muttered George.
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2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
2/4
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
My employer, Mr Bruff, happened to be descending the stairs from his office as we three were taking our leave of the building.
"Mrs Guy!" he called out to Bertha, and raised his hand in a wave.
Bertha grunted and waved back, as George, pale-faced, bundled her out of the door.
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Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
November 17, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Friday November 17, 1854.
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
When Bertha arrived bearing a third letter, briefly stating that Alex and Charley would be arriving back in London this very evening, George insisted that we both accompany her to Kings Cross Station to greet them.
I think he likes watching the trains.
1/4
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Thursday November 16, 1854.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
November 16, 2025 at 8:01 AM
Thursday November 16, 1854.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
If Sir John's young cousin set him up to take the fall for murdering his wife, I'll eat my hat!
After two hours in his wholesome presence, having learned that he knew next to nothing of the man, I wanted to roll around in the dirt just to feel normal again.
I didn't.
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2/2
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
2/2
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
Mr Peterson frowned. "Golly, I haven't heard that name in years!" he replied. "Mother used to claim that he and I were third cousins once removed, but that's before she died, of course. I never knew whether to believe her or not. It's not as if we moved in the same circles."
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Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
November 15, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Wednesday November 15, 1854.
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
The gullible wide-eyed young chap who let me in beckoned me to sit. His sparsely furnished apartment contained a good many books.
"You are related to Sir John Geeson, sir?" I asked. "I must verify this before we can proceed further."
1/2
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Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
November 14, 2025 at 7:53 AM
Tuesday November 14, 1854.
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
"You're back. I thought you would be." Mr Death smiled ghoulishly.
"I need to see Sir John's will, sir."
"I expected you might so I looked it up. He never made one, in which case everything goes to his next of kin."
"Who is...?"
"Pass me down the Debretts."
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My health isn't great at the moment, so my art endeavors are going very slowly. Have a little drawing from the archives 🙂
July 9, 2025 at 11:28 AM
My health isn't great at the moment, so my art endeavors are going very slowly. Have a little drawing from the archives 🙂
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Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
November 13, 2025 at 7:56 AM
Monday November 13, 1854.
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
"What?" George exclaimed. "You reckon Sir John killed his own wife?"
"And tried to kill me," I added.
Mr Tibbles stretched and let out a yawn.
"George, should I tell Annie about my criminal past?"
"What!" he cried even more vehemently. "No! I forbid it!"
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Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
November 12, 2025 at 7:54 AM
Sunday November 12, 1854.
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
As I watched Annie's face during the service, I imagined her reaction were I to divulge to her the truth about my past.
So many of my correspondents have urged me to come clean, yet I find myself unwilling to do so.
I wondered what George would advise?
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Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
November 11, 2025 at 7:55 AM
Saturday November 11 1854.
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...
As I ploughed my way through my breakfast kipper, I considered what I had learned from Mr Death.
Sir John had married Lady Geeson for her money, unaware that the bulk of it was entailed in an unbreakable trust. Only on her death would he inherit.
Hmmm...