The viceroy's wife and the Tropical - Her dignity and stories-
Deputy Governor-General Louisa w. Mrs. watermond. I remember the scorched summer, when a haze of subtropical haze was blooming. That summer, I think, was already dead. My body is here in England
Deputy viceroy Mrs. Louisa w. watermond. I remember the scorched summer, when a haze of subtropical haze was blooming. That summer, I think, was already dead. My body is here in England, but my soul exists there in a new unknown land. It has asked me to bury me there. I will curse it forever. That is why I have given my soul there. The ostrich feathers, which were shining beautifully and vividly, from hide my body at the gunpoint, facing me. and were already covering the child's body when my daughter was sacrificed instead of me.
It's a pretty good thing. It's beautiful and noble, and covers one's corpse. I also cursed the ostrich feathers. On cool winds and bitter winds, someone always mailed me those ostrich feathers. That's my stomach, and their point. This is my memorandum, written here in my lady's, to tell you how my daughter was victimized by a cruel pieces. Something unimaginable happened to me, so I keep a handkerchief in a drawer that was then broken three times and wiped away my tears.
Oh, my dear daughter Liz, my life has been filled by her! I made my pledge when a group of natives who thought I was a mess scared her and shout at her body. To let the world know of their uncivilization and meanness. It must be the reason why I abandoned the mission I received from God and received another one.
Dear God, cruel! Why did you put me before them and cause my daughter to be lost! Why didn't you make me shoot if it was also your plan! I cried at your feet and set you up for 20 days and still have 5 days. My daughter's wedding notice is still coming in. But the absence of a daughter has allowed my family to go down the road to destruction for generations. (If there are any gentlemen reading this, I would be grateful if you could offer your blessing to these poor mother and her servants.)
If this is the anger of the uncivilized natives who ignored the power of our great British Empire, I will spit out the anger and turn off the heat. Now my writing begins. Ladies and gentlemen, please release your mercy. God and his angels, may you protect me.
Mrs. Louisa w. watermond, the acting governor, me, had been with her daughter since the death of her husband, Wade E. Uttermond. The daughter was calm and calm. As a child who knew order, he did not harm anyone. It was because of the book of a Jesuit missionary that such a child became interested in the natives. Even then, while in the wind of ostrich feathers, he was drinking black tea with spices with foreign fruits. My daughter, Eliza, wanted to observe the children of the indigenous maid. I gladly said so. Her interest felt that it was a good opportunity for her to break her quietness and grow up as a citizen of the world. Then she would become a beautiful lady with a great story line.
She approached the ground born child and took away the straw doll she was playing with and scratch it. Thinking it would also be good for her education, the gallery with me laughed at the pleasant that scene. then. The ground born child to cry aloud. The guard, holding the bayonet and hit the neck and began to slap her face. stop that thing someone's yelling. and Mr. Edmund began to laugh louder and highly nervous. It was then, Ealaeza's English nanny began to cry, and several native women together with her. None of us know that was anger. It just she was frightened by the beating of child or that feminine hysteria has come up.
Several brave native women upsite seats and walk to the bayonets. Then they shout out my language, it just only speak a few words. All I could hear was egg. We shere storie and laughed about that. WHAT A EGG! Their was! they is! (how grateful I born in British Empire!)
I known seriously, this hysteria is non my fault. this is my notes are know that. heavenly GOD, why I loses my all thing. thing is gone. non by sense, all that thing is pit in the my daughter, this pit is doesn't save the ground. this is my fault? my GOD, please answer my pray!
This uncivilizate grew in day to day. They don't work startly. Without anyone fan me a beautiful ostrich feather father, I start sweat. I move hurry and around my coat. The guards asked me what we do now. I resent my husband, who left me. Why do I this thing from woman's body? However, as a proud Countess of the British Empire, God's calling and asked me, he side me 'keep the moderation and exist graceful'. That is the right thing to do.
I remember when Mr. Edmund's shouting. he left my house. Many galleries left the ballrooms and courts here. Mr. Edmund catch the wrist of a ground born girl in his carriage and shout the 'horse to be whipped'. I begged him to his mercy when he left, because there is no one to protect me, woman except the guards. He didn't listen, he drove the carriage away to his residence.
It was only a few days, after that happens. Guardsmen with bayonets began to roam the house on dirt feet. One of them told me he would punished me for their people. me and my daughter had no choice obey them, otherwise, our lives were on the line. The man with bayonets came to my child's room and tore apart the teddy bear she used to play with well in her childhood and the sawdust-filled doll. It was a barbaric act different from that of a child.
When my daughter saw it, she screamed as hard as she could and asked them to kneel down immediately and beg for forgiveness. The guard in this country snorted and sent my child to God's side brutally. I almost arrived that place instead of my daughter, but my beautiful ostrich feathers hide my appearance. The image of my dead daughter. When I saw it, I had no choice to die alone. I shed pure and clear tears thinking about my daughter. I can't see my well-raised daughter anymore! It was sad and also sadness. My family will be destroyed as it is! What a pity my life!
Therefore, I am announce that, there is any kind and caring gentleman to be my new husband? I have begun a new life as the Countess of watermonds, and as the mother of a lovely daughter, but now, there is nothing left of me. I am afraid for life. Now. with the help of a good family and a church, I comeback watermonds, England, I had returned and writing. My current possessions include a servant, about 20 maid, a 12-room mansion, and exotic pottery collected by my husband.
If there is anyone who can take care of my life, I'd greatly appreciate it if you visit my mansion. I would like share it with you gracefully, because my life was so beautiful doesn't enter a convent like that. I sometimes miss the heat of the tropics, the hot tea that reminds me of it, and the ostrich-feather fan that appropriately relieved me. But for me to have experienced such a terrible thing, those golden times feel like a luxury. If someone asks me about it, I think I can answer in detail. But if you don't ask, I'll be silent forever. That's what happened in the tropics.
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My fellow gentlemen, may you challenge yourself. For those who think they deserve your happiness and good fortune, please come visit me. May you arrive with God's help.