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Wilhelmina "Mina" Harker (née Murray) MY BELOVED

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On the night Ross had sex with Elizabeth he is gone from Nampara for several hours. This is my story of what might have happened those missing hours unwritten in the fourth novel Warleggan. I borrow much from Winston Graham.

He lifted Elizabeth in his arms and carried her to the bed.

He put his lips against her neck. He smelled her hair and tasted her skin. He fumbled with his clothes and pushed her dress away. He tore her delicate underclothes. In his anger he was not gentle. She didn’t cry out when he took her. He took her hard and fast and in a few minutes it was over. Ross was breathing heavily as he fell to Elizabeth’s side. They lay still and did not speak. No words of love. Nor promises either. He was tired, so tired.

Ross slept and while he slept he dreamt of Demelza. She was in her garden and Jeremy was by her side. Demelza was scolding Jeremy for picking the blooms off of the daffodils. Turning to Ross she remarked on the lilac bush. “It needs trimming Ross.” She repeated his name. “Ross?” He awoke suddenly to the sound of his name. Where was he? The brown curtains,the dressing mirror, a rocking horse. He remembered now. He was in Elizabeth’s bedroom. Sitting up he saw her standing by a window. Her beauty was mesmeric. She heard his movement and turned and stared. She thought how his scar was very noticeable in the candlelight. Turning away from her, Ross rose from the bed and straightened his clothing. He turned back once again to look at her and she met his gaze with bitter hostility. The clock struck one accentuating the stillness of the night.

Ross left the bedroom. Elizabeth heard his footsteps as he went down the stairs. He stopped in the winter parlor where he had sat with Elizabeth weekly, ever since the death of Francis. The wind howled down the big fireplace and the old windows rattled. What he had done that night had brought Elizabeth very much down into the arena. He’d loved Elizabeth before he ever met Demelza. It was something fundamental, a constant attachment. He had wanted Elizabeth for years and now had experienced with her the most intimate act between a man and a woman. ‘The expense of spirit in a waste of shame.’ What was the rest? ‘Is lust in action.’ “‘You treat me like a slut’” She’d said. “‘It’s time you were so treated’” he’d said.

When he broke into Trenwith house a few hours ago he was searching for solutions. He had only succeeded in creating new problems. As Ross sat in the old parlor he thought he should return to Elizabeth to thrash the whole thing out but he did not know what to say and the impossibility of explaining himself was stopping him. He went outside and whistled for Darkie.

Demelza lie awake listening for Ross. Waiting to hear his footsteps and see him walk into their bedroom. She was sure he would tell her Elizabeth’s marriage would not go on. He would say he had only come home to get his things and he would return to Trenwith to live with Elizabeth. Demelza would leave and find work. Jeremy would stay with Ross and Jane would see to Jeremy. Demelza closed her eyes but sleep would not come.

When Ross left Trenwith he rode Darkie for miles far beyond Nampara. He thought of Demelza whom he had loved devotedly for six years and still did love. How could he explain the unexplainable to her? He began to think of their years together. The first years of love. And Julia. The happiness at her birth.The sadness at her death. His trial. Their poverty. The birth of Jeremy. Now he was in torment. He had committed adultery.

The moon that had lit his way was now lower in the sky. He turned Darkie around and began his journey back to Nampara. As he neared the beach he would bathe there before going home, to wash away the smell of Elizabeth. As he left the water the morning sky was becoming brighter, it must be nearly five. He walked up the meadow to the stable where he left Darkie. Cobbledick would see to Darkie. Ross would shave and change his clothes in the mining shed. By now the Gimmlets would be up and busy tending to the morning chores. He entered the house through the library and went into the parlor. Jane was there, setting the table for breakfast. A pitcher of milk, sugar basin, two plates, knives, forks, spoons, a butter dish. She looked up as he entered the parlor and in a peculiar voice asked if the mistress was awake. He replied quietly: “I think Demelza is asleep. Don’t wake her'' He listened and could hear Jeremy crowing in his cot. It was a favorite thing for them to lay together, side by side, and listen to Jeremy in the mornings. Jane brought his breakfast and he was nearly finished when he heard movement from their bedroom up stairs. Moments later he heard her voice in the kitchen and then he saw the door to the parlor open. Demelza came in and they looked at each other. At that moment he knew that she knew.

There's a ton of foreshadowing in Mina's letter today that I did not appreciate the first time around.

DRACULA DAILY, MAY 9TH. LETTER FROM MISS MINA MURRAY TO MISS LUCY WESTENRA :

“…I am told that, with a little practice, one can remember all that goes on or that one hears said during a day. However, we shall see.”

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