When I first came to Blackhell Hall as an impoverished young governess, hot meals and a feather bed helped diminish cold memories of the lonely garret I'd left behind.
After I straightened out the sadly warped child in my charge, the true Master of Blackhell Hall asked me to become his Mistress, as in Mrs., and I acquiesced, grateful for the safety of a "free" roof over my head.
I did not remain grateful for long. Although the servants of course did the actual housework, the daily heap of boring domestic issues, in which I was actually expected to interest myself, sadly warped my soul. (About Mother, I cannot bring myself to speak.) There is no such thing as a free roof, as you can see in this movie clip. I fled, but had nowhere to go. He found me by the side of the road, and I've been locked up in this tower ever since.
Assignment: Send a copy of the comic linked here (any one of the four issues will do) to Lily Duschene, Imprisoned Mistress of Blackhell Hall, High Old Lonesome Hill, The Barrens. That will buy you an Instant Internet Ph.D. in Gothic Romance Paperback Studies, without having to finish this 13 week course.
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