Jane Templeton
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There was certainly something odd in the air as I arrived at Englewood Manor, and it could not be explained by the turning of the season towards that cold, damp English winter.
The first of the peculiarities arose when I arrived in Bucksley last night, and instead of continuing on to the manor as I expected, I was shown to a room at the local inn for the night and instructed to proceed in the morning. I had, nevertheless, expected something queer, as fifty pounds per year was an enormous sum, far greater than a maidservant should expect to earn.
My anxieties were not particularly abated by hearing the rumors at dinner last night, where several patrons of the inn warned me about the lady of the manor, and I learned that they have had difficulty keeping their servant positions filled for long. That would explain the high wages, at least, but one fellow actually crossed himself when I inquired as to what exactly I could expect from the Lady! I was at quite a loss for words, and I don’t think I was much of one for conversation after that.
Finally, I approach the manor house. A kindly-faced older woman opens the door, introducing herself as Mrs. Appleton, the housekeeper. I was in short order shown up to Lord Englewood’s study, where he spoke to me in some detail about his wife’s odd habits. Apparently one of my duties here will be to ensure she doesn’t wander off, as she is
fond of doing, as her husband puts it. Yes, a strange business indeed, but I resolve myself to form my own judgement of my new mistress without too much outside influence.