Miss Rochester
“But Geoffrey she has a dowry of twenty thousand a year, we need the money.” Father insisted as they tried once more to marry me off to some dull sickly ugly wench with a fortune in search of a title. Its no fun being Lord this or that with not sufficient funds to even mend ones leaking roof.. “She has her maid push her round in a bath chair Father, she is a damn cripple,” I snapped. “Quite comely though,” Mother added, “Anyway she arrives at noon so at the earliest opportunity make her an...