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The stables where horses snort and move and grooms work and sky dull and greyish Alice walks holding on for dear life to the hand of Mary the one she has chosen to be her new mother fingers red with washing chores and things but it's warm as she holds the hand tight Mary talks of cold nights noisy bed attic mice and spiders in corners of the room Alice says I could stay in your room keep you warm cuddle up hold you close as I did with Mother in her bed before she was locked up with illness of her brain Mary sighs feels the hand in her own small and warm small fingers tiny nails pink and pure different class than her own we will see Mary says stable sounds horses snort their large heads looking out big black eyes large white teeth busy grooms at their work Alice looks inner fear but draws near wants to stroke Mary lifts Alice up her red hands wedged beneath small armpits mother's love smells the soap in the hair on the blue pinafore Alice smiles feels the horse smooth and hot on her hand Mary holds feels the heart beating soft as she holds Alice up to the horse secret child adopted in her heart none must know of this love secret pact lift her on a groom says Alice thrills lifted there Mary holds the groom laughs in loud barks in the blood this horse love the groom says Alice smiles happiness shining out of her eyes Mary holds her tightly keeps her there on the horse safe and sound then later after that lifts her down to the ground as the horse with the groom walk away come on then Mary says let's go back your father will wonder where you are Alice nods holds the hand soft and warm wants to be close to her but she sees by the house Nanny stand arms folded grim features dressed in black Mary holds the child's hand tighter still walking back.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
ALICE AND THE STABLES.
The stables where horses snort and move and grooms work and sky dull and greyish Alice walks holding on for dear life to the hand of Mary the one she has chosen to be her new mother fingers red with washing chores and things but it's warm as she holds the hand tight Mary talks of cold nights noisy bed attic mice and spiders in corners of the room Alice says I could stay in your room keep you warm cuddle up hold you close as I did with Mother in her bed before she was locked up with illness of her brain Mary sighs feels the hand in her own small and warm small fingers tiny nails pink and pure different class than her own we will see Mary says stable sounds horses snort their large heads looking out big black eyes large white teeth busy grooms at their work Alice looks inner fear but draws near wants to stroke Mary lifts Alice up her red hands wedged beneath small armpits mother's love smells the soap in the hair on the blue pinafore Alice smiles feels the horse smooth and hot on her hand Mary holds feels the heart beating soft as she holds Alice up to the horse secret child adopted in her heart none must know of this love secret pact lift her on a groom says Alice thrills lifted there Mary holds the groom laughs in loud barks in the blood this horse love the groom says Alice smiles happiness shining out of her eyes Mary holds her tightly keeps her there on the horse safe and sound then later after that lifts her down to the ground as the horse with the groom walk away come on then Mary says let's go back your father will wonder where you are Alice nods holds the hand soft and warm wants to be close to her but she sees by the house Nanny stand arms folded grim features dressed in black Mary holds the child's hand tighter still walking back.
A MAID WALKS A YOUNG GIRL TO HER FATHER'S STABLES IN 1890.
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English
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
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