To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)
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				Title: <strong>To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>22-12-2010, 14:38:25</strong>
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				&nbsp;Elizabeth Granger-Brooke was a most lovely young lady, she was the second daughter and&nbsp; fourth child of a rather ‘noble family’. They also had been lucky in that they had been able to keep both their fortune and their title intact without having to marry into the industrialists. <br><br>As it was all the children save Elizabeth, the fiery redhead, were modal children, and many modal husbands and wives. However she was something that Shakespeare might have called a Shrew, she was now classed as a fast lady. The truth was Elizabeth was still somewhat pure the issue might be that she had become involved in slightly revolutionary projects.&nbsp; Or at least those that might be considered in such a manner, within polite company. <br><br>As it was Elizabeth met with artists and arbiters and had recently been speaking with those that called themselves the Suffragettes.&nbsp; <br><br>Already this young woman had already refused the ring from the would be suitor, which had caused many troubles in her family. It was decided after a long&nbsp; and somewhat one-sided debate. After all her mother and she were not understanding of such matters they were weak females.<br><br>Thus Elizabeth arrived at the asylum with her maid, her father was there too&nbsp; just o make sure that she was signed in and had not tried to ‘escape’ on her journey.&nbsp; So once the responsibility of his wayward daughter was handed over the young woman’s father left, until she was cured there was nothing he could do.<br><br>Elizabeth sat and waited to be shown her room and her doctor, frankly she wanted to scream, she knew there was nothing wrong with her, her brain was well...it was more than well. A slow growling sigh&nbsp; passed her lips&nbsp; as her maid Mary&nbsp; was lead away.&nbsp; In her mind, this ‘Lady’ knew it was very wrong.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>23-12-2010, 14:04:20</strong>
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				Doctor Matthew Whitherspoon watched as the respectable men in white took Elizabeth inside. Like all well trained dogs, they would only become aggressive when met with aggression or commanded by a person in his position. It was so very good to have people who knew which side to butter the bread on. All the same, they were bullies at heart, so he had to make sure that didn’t damage his new patient so early in her training. <br><br>He pondered as he overlooked her file. Currently, it only consisted of the complaints of her father and a few interviews from those close to her. What he’d heard and read so far was deeply unsettling. He was sure to have his work cut out for him with such a woman. It was wonderful to see such spirit, but to see that spirit abused in service to her…pursuits, was such a sorrowful thing. <em>’We’ll help you, Elizabeth…we’ll help you see the error of your ways, and commit you back into society as a Lady once again’</em> he thought as he saw the last of her ushered inside.<br><br>He’d arranged for them to meet immediately. Some like to give the person a cooling down period of sorts, but he much rather speak to them fresh. He wanted the rage and indignation of their displacement evident across all of their features. He wanted to see them rant and demand, and then he wanted to see them cry and plead. He needed it, in a way, both for himself personally and for the actual process they were to undergo. He wanted to see how far they’d have to go to bring her back to true society, and away from the frivolous activities that only robbed her of her youth and ability to wed.<br><br>After adjusting his clothing, he walked to the door, its clouded glass etched with his name outside, and informed the orderly to bring the woman in. It was time for a talk, it seemed.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 11:30:04</strong>
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				Elizabeth was more than a little unhappy at this nonsense, it appeared that her idiot brothers were allowed to attend university, and performed abysmally, yet she knew that she would do well, that she would prove herself. Yet father had said it was not lady like to more educated than ones husband, and as it was what was the use of being educated for it would also be improper for her to work.<br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>The worst of this matter was that she was being sent to this place accused of insanity, of being frail of mind.&nbsp; Both her father and her supposed husband to be had made the decision.&nbsp; &nbsp;The fact that she was well aware that he visited prostitutes and was having a tryst with at least two other young ladies meant nothing, at least as long as it was behind closed doors. After all it did not matter Elizabeth merely had to play the public face of the perfect little wife. Well frankly that was not going to happen.<br><br>Of course the woman did not struggle against the orderlies, firstly they were much stronger than her, and also it would add fuel to the fire that she was insane. <br><br>Thus the rather lovely redhead sat quietly with manners waiting for this doctor, as it was Elizabeth doubted he even had credentials.&nbsp; Inside she was seething with anger, and she wanted to just storm out of this place. The woman at present would rather live in poverty than deal with the situation she was in.&nbsp; As far as she was concerned there would be NO marriage and nothing would change that.<br><br>When she was led in Elizabeth gave a polite not of her head, standing with her hands behind her back in a delightful manner. Damn but would she not love this doctor and his orderlies to have to suffer the corset that she and others of her gender were forced to wear.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>24-12-2010, 12:49:00</strong>
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				Matthew watched them escort the woman in the room. His eyebrow had quickly risen at the prospect of such a woman proving to be a problem for her husband and father, but then one of the big things that also came out of small packages happened to be trouble. He stayed seated next to a couch that served a dual purpose of either sitting or lying, as was the want of the patient. He wasn’t picky, and was more than comfortable talking to his patients either way.<br><br>The nod she gave him was returned, and he’d already noted that she was not without some manners. What seemed the most likely, considering her upbringing, was that she simply refused to acknowledge the finer points of her education. He would hopefully find this out over time, but the first meeting was always, in his opinion, the most important. After tapping his writing utensil against his cheek softly, he began to speak to her. “Hello Mrs. Brook…my name is Doctor Matthew Whitherspoon. I’m to be your therapist, of sorts. I would like to hear, if you don’t mind, your side of the story.”<br><br>he patted the files beside him and gave a small chuckle “As you might already know by now, I’ve heard your father and husband’s take, but I find in this line of work that what people feel is one thing can merely be defined as a minor miscommunication. I felt that if I heard your side of the tale, I could perhaps reconcile both parties and let your husband and father know that this was just some kind of mistake. It cuts my rate, mind you, but it more than makes up for the time that would be undoubtedly wasted trying to help someone who doesn’t need it.”<br><br>He smiled warmly and nodded to the orderlies to head out the room. As they left, he relaxed in the seat, ready to listen to her with rapt attention. <em>’Tell us what kind of bad young lady you’ve been, Mrs. Brooke. I want to hear all about it…’</em> he thought as he sat with her.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:09:07</strong>
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				Elizabeth looked at the doctor with a little distain though she did offer that which might be considered as a polite smile in most societies.&nbsp; When she spoke her voice too was polite though her voice certainly had an edge to it,&nbsp; a slight tone of displeasure perhaps. For now the anger was hidden as was expected within her class and gender.<br><br>“Sir, I am assuming firstly my dear Father, so delightfully informed you wrongly, I am not yet married. I have not even accepted the gentleman’s&nbsp; ring in engagement.&nbsp; &nbsp;I use the term gentleman very loosely doctor. As it is the matter is that my father wishes me to me married to this person. Thus he speaks of me as his wife; I am in fact Miss Elizabeth Granger- Brooke. ” The woman’s voice was very even in tone, it was neither cold, nor filled with passion, just rather matter of fact.<br><br>“As for my side of the story I am doubtful that you will listen but I will explain a little in the hope that you indeed understand or at least might learn to.” There was a pause as Elizabeth took a slow breath an asked politely for a glass of water. She appeared composed. “My side of the story as it were is I wish to choose my own acquaintances, and pastimes, just as the man my father wishes me to marry does. “<em> Mine are far more wholesome, though I am civil enough to keep those matters private.</em> “Also I have merely asked that I might be given a similar education that my brothers had.”<br><br>The polite smile remained, “You see, perhaps my father rather made more of the situation than was necessary. “ It was then the young and most lovely woman narrowed her eyes.&nbsp; “I am most apologetic that he has rather wasted your time.” Though at least this so called doctor would likely be paid well so he had lost little thus he might just allow her return to her own business.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>25-12-2010, 23:47:32</strong>
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				The tone of Elizabeth’s voice, though subtle, had shone through as if followed by a band’s parade. The intricacies of the mind and speech were open to him, though there was still a part of her that remained a mystery thus far. It was that part that coerced the Doctor into finding out more. “First of all, my deepest apologies concerning the marital error. From the story I heard, everything was a sgood as done.”<br><br>He’d chuckled and politely poured her some water in a tin cup that he kept for guests. The tin kept anyone from becoming desperate enough to use it as a weapon. His short wait for her to drink as taken up with a few meager notes. It was the same story, and he felt that it was an alarming pattern to run into so many of these types of girls so close together. Times were truly changing, and he felt that the small amount of brick and mortar he placed for the sake of society was merely a patch job for a structure already crumbling.<br><br>Still…she still needed his help, and until she didn’t anymore, he would hold her. “So you don’t feel the need to support your soon-to-be husband, on account of your unhappiness with your father? Isn’t that a little unfair to that man, or any other man for that matter? To pay for the sins of your father?” He pursed his lips slightly as he looked at her, though he kept the judgment out of his eyes. His role was Devil’s Advocate of a different kind. It would be beneficial to mend the daughter/father relationship, but barring that, simply guiding her along into her life of service would be the end goal.<br><br>“Now…after you’ve given that some thought, we should review the reasons you believe you should have the opportunity for higher education. Are you not to be the mother of children some day? Shouldn’t they have the opportunity to have a stable home environment where they can rely on their mother for proper nurturing and guidance? Would you say that you’ve wanted to pursue motherhood at this point in your life?”<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>26-12-2010, 08:25:24</strong>
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				Elizabeth managed to stifle a chuckle at the ludicrous claims and thoughts that this man seemed to have, thus she gave a little cough and took another sip of water. It was not she that was insane or weak of mind, no it was this whole ridiculous situation that was. If it had been written in one of those penny dreadful the woman would have considered it&nbsp; too preposterous and absurd even for them. Mentally she sighed and shook her head though none of these thoughts were overtly apparent on her rather attractive and feminine features.<br><br>“My good doctor.” Her voice was still calm, but she still appeared to be unable to remove the very slight distain in voice, though indeed it was slight in comparison to that which she felt. “The fact I have no wish to marry this man, is certainly not within anyway to upset my father for I am not so petty. I merely have no wish to marry this man, for I will not be forced into some&nbsp; marriage that is not of my choosing.” <em>With an odious creature, that lacks any sort moral fibre, that is certainly no gentleman that should not even be named a human being. </em> "With a man that I have nothing at all in common with, as it is I do not even like the ‘man’ in question."<br><br>The contempt for this man she was supposed to marry rose however yet as was necessary these feelings&nbsp; were supressed. Another small drink was taken from the glass before this delightful young woman continued. “Of course I have considered motherhood, I do not believe aany woman would not.” <em> Even those that prefer the company of women or dress in male clothing</em> Neither of which Elizabeth did save for the odd occasions that she wore trousers for nothing more than practical reasons. “Firstly I certainly have even less wish to have children with intended than I do to marry him, as I do not believe that many of his pursuits would provide a stable home environment. Secondly Doctor....” tilting her head to one side for a moment as if trying to fathom this man’s intentions. “Whether I was working, studying or at home, I believe much of the time these theoretical children would be catered for by a Nanny. After all my own mother did not work yet we as children rarely saw her.”<br><br>Of course her mother pursued more feminine activities, with social events and charitable work, or rather charitable work which meant one did not have to get ones hands dirty. Yet Elizabeth felt that her point had been made, there was no reason for he not to be allowed to study further. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>28-12-2010, 13:57:05</strong>
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				The Doctor could see that the seed of independence was planted within her mind, beginning to sprout just the sort of unladylike ideas that was beginning to cause such a problem for their world in the first place. Yet he listened as she spoke on, and even her speech seemed to try and dictate that they were equals. What a farce! She absolutely needed his help, whether she wanted to marry her father’s choice or not, she wouldn’t be fit for anyone at this rate.<br><br>“I certainly understand your circumstances, Elizabeth, and I emphasize completely. I would like to arrange for your father to receive you as soon as possible, but I’ll need for you to go to your room for now. That would be standard procedure for the hospital…” he picked up a small bell next to him and rung it a few times, and the men who had escorted her to the office arrived again to escort her to her room. “I will inform him of your thirst for education, and his responsibility to cultivate that thirst in a proper environment. I will also try to speak to him regarding the husband situation, but I sincerely doubt he’ll budge there”<br><br>He smiled and shrugged a bit as he stood from the chair to walk back around his desk. His eyes seemed to scan the sky before offering parting words to the woman “The world seems to be changing faster than I remember, Elizabeth. I feel that we must do all that we can to help.” he turned toward her for a brief moment and bowed before she was escorted out of the office. From there, he’d opened a drawer to retrieve a bottle of scotch that he reserved for the more interesting patients “To your education, Elizabeth…may you finally see the error of your ways” he toasted before downing the fiery liquid.<br><br>Minds of the unsure or confused was always easier to twist…this one was sure of herself, and the very nature of her self-assuredness made her all the more attractive somehow. Her arrogance seemed to be something he wanted to both protect and crush out of existence. Was there a way to keep some of her while discarding the rest? Surely that would take time, and diligence. He would need to be patient and see for himself.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>29-12-2010, 12:06:22</strong>
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				Elizabeth raised one eyebrow with some suspicion at Doctor Witherspoon; she did not trust him at all. It felt as if he was playing with her, and that was not something that the woman appreciated quite frankly. This doctor’s attitude towards women was only very thinly disguised and she was sure that her father would still insist on the outcome that he wanted. The whole matter of a ‘proper environment’ for her education was almost laughable. Thus she would stay here for perhaps a day or so and then leave. After all this man that claimed he was a doctor would not change her mind on this matter.<br><br>Nothing would change and Elizabeth found this whole matter, both inconvenient and most infuriating. However even though frustrated she felt it best not to show it, after all anything like that might indeed have her truly considered as insane. Thus compliantly the rather lovely young woman walked off with the orderlies after nodding politely to the Doctor.<br><br>Once in her room Elizabeth walked a little and took it in all that she could, even the view from the window, which was indeed most pleasant, the room itself was well laud out though a little feminine for her tastes. Still as she was only going to be here for a short time so this was not too much of a problem. The only thing that would be a difficulty was if they decided to lock the door as her father used to. Still there were always ways to get out, the window was usually one.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>04-01-2011, 00:57:27</strong>
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				The doctor had allowed a few hours to pass, arranging for the treatments of a few others under his care and debating his next move with Elizabeth. She was the most dangerous kind. Educated and cunning, with the ability to play things close to the hip. The conversation was without the pleading and deal making that he was used to. It was almost too late for him to help her, but he was sure that he was up to the task. Of course, he did was going to contact her father, He needed more money if he was going to do a serviceable job on this rather hard nut.<br><br>“Mr. Spencer…a word please?” he said to one of the guards. Spencer was the one he trusted when he wanted to make sure that something was done the way he wanted. He was the brutish extension of his intellect, and practically groomed him ever so slowly to his side. The man knew who threw the extra butter on his bread, and nothing gave obedience like a well cared for dog. “The patient in room 4A…Elizabeth Granger-Brook…she’d going to require some harsh education, I believe. You’ll assist me when the time comes, I assume?”<br><br>Spencer only smiled a grotesque array of yellowed teeth and nodded “Righto Gov…I mean, Doctor Whitherspoon. I’m more than happy to be at your service”. The man even threw in a small bow at the end. In trust, it all made the doctor want to gag, but good help was so very hard to find. Men with the right physical and mental attributes were even harder. No, Spencer would do quite nicely, despite his shortcomings. “Very good…I must have a word with the woman. We’ll see where she stands from there.<br><br>A small twinkle of impending doom had played in Spencer’s eyes. The doctor didn’t advertise unless he meant it, which meant sooner or later, he was going to get his hands on that smart-mouthed little tart. He was going to make her speak good and proper the next time she addressed the doctor, if she was able to speak that was.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>06-01-2011, 12:06:09</strong>
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				Elizabeth paced her room for a while, trying to decide her next plan of action. Firstly she knew that it was important to at least put away a few of her garments in the various draws and wardrobes within the room, also placing a few of her more feminine accessories and hygiene products on her dressing table. Whether she was staying or not, or for how long was not too important, for the woman knew that some of this would be necessary.<br><br>Once that was completed Elizabeth loosened her corsets, she despised them greatly, indeed she was slight lithe woman but to have her waist made unnatural tiny was unacceptable in her opinion.&nbsp; They were nothing more than forms of torture; she also removed her uncomfortable boots, and then loosened her beautiful deep auburn hair.<br><br>The lovely lady then began to attend to her hair, letting it fall loosely over her shoulders as she brushed it carefully. Of course many ladies of her class wished to be attended to for such matters. However Elizabeth saw this as nonsense. She was more than able to perform such simple tasks as these. It did not surprise her on many occasions why men believed females to be the ‘weaker’ sex. Yet again though it was just another way for males to take control.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 00:25:38</strong>
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				Doctor Whitherspoon had made the trip to Elizabeth’s room, with the ever formidable Mr. Spencer in tow. Victor stayed outside the door while he politely knocked before entering. He had not bothered to wait for permission to enter, as that was not what he would want her to grow accustomed to while she was in this facility. He would train her to be always ready, for one thing or the next, but first it would be setting small steps first. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all.<br><br>“Ms. Brook, I must say that you have exquisite hair…I’m sure you’re the envy of many a lady where you’re from…and perhaps the longings of a few men as well?” he smiled good-naturedly, yet kept his distance from her, lest she believe that the comment was some cheap come-on. A silly notion, but these free thinkers had a tendency to believe that when a guy just happened to say hi to them, that it was an instance request for copulation. There will come a time where chivalry will drop dead, but the doctor hoped that it would not be in his lifetime.<br><br>“We’re currently trying to contact your father in regards to this grievous misunderstanding. I’m glad that you’ve established yourself here for the meantime. We’ll be at your service for the meanwhile. Perhaps we’d be able to talk more about your plans for the future? As a physician, I find it helpful to talk to people…to understand their hopes and dreams, and relate them to my own. It also helps me keep my hands on the pulse of the world, so to speak. At least my small immediate part of it.” he gave another warm smile and sat on the bed, intrigued with yet another mind to explore.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>08-01-2011, 15:33:25</strong>
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				Elizabeth sighed and continued to brush her hair. “Doctor Witherspoon, I do believe it is only good manners for a true gentleman to wait at a Ladies door until he is bid entry. I am sure you would be insulted and offended if I performed the same action.” She raised one eyebrow he could only see it in the mirror. “If we are paying that which I would consider wasted money here then I would ask for a modicum of privacy.” The least he could do was make some pretence, Elizabeth was no silly girl with the vapours… the sooner this doctor learned she had at brain the better...&nbsp; <br><br>The comment about her hair was completely ignored, after all the woman was under no delusion that she was attractive to many men, and frankly that gave her pleasure. This doctor was likely just making some more assumptions. He merely received a polite thank you for the compliment.<br><br>She turned then on her chair to look the doctor in the eyes as she braided her hair. “Doctor might I suggest we be polite but honest with each other. My father will likely be unmoved on my views as I will not be moved on many of his, thus my suggestion is a simple one.” Again Elizabeth spoke with intelligence manners and behaved in a ladylike manner. “I have unpacked some clothing, I will perhaps be here for a day or two, you will be paid and I may go about my business.”<br><br>The fact was Elizabeth knew this was unlikely to happen because she herself had a good deal of ‘property and money’ in her own name (left by a rather eccentric maiden great )&nbsp; and this would come to her&nbsp; in but two years time…unless she married or was proved insane. Perhaps the family were hoping for either.<br><br>“I believe I have told you of my hopes and dreams, all I would wish for in the near future is a reasonable education, and the freedom to enjoy some personal pastimes and interests.” <em>and the emancipation of woman….as well of a good deal of other matters which I care not to share with you, for I trust you not ...</em> <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>14-01-2011, 12:12:52</strong>
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				The Doctor smiled at the woman’s comment “I can understand your feelings, Elizabeth. It’s a bit of a habit of mine, since such pretenses are dropped here while trying to help the other patients here. I do hope you understand, and will accept my apologies.” He smiled congenially and continued to sit on the bed, generally looking around the place. He wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to be surprised later on and call the dogs to hunt for the spirited girl later. That just wouldn’t do…a man with his responsibilities needed his rest.<br><br>He’d noticed that his compliment went without acceptance or denial…most interesting. She had a sense of self…too much, actually. It was what caused her to be as flippant as she was now. She knew exactly who she was and what she wanted, and had the will to hold her hand out to try and take it. It actually was a commendable trait to have…if she were a man, that is. In a woman it proved troublesome…downright dangerous. Yes…first would come the destruction of her image. <br><br>He noted his pad simply as “break the reflection” before she began to speak to him again. The doctor looked at the woman and raised an eyebrow “Would you agree to marry your father’s choice…as a way to meet the man half-way? I’m sure I could convince them to let you be educated” he shrugged, seeing what she thought of the carrot that he already knew she wouldn’t take. He had to offer though, or else he’d been seen in too harsh a light to help her later on. He must make her believe that he is doing all he can to help her keep that precious self image of hers, even while he worked to destroy it.<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>17-01-2011, 17:02:12</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp; Elizabeth sighed visibly she could not believe the gaul of this ‘doctor’ or rather so called doctor.&nbsp; The fact he was sitting on her bed was surely only another play for power as was the writing in his notebook. Thus it was ignored with the utmost decorum. Even as she sat the woman was planning her escape, she knew full well that it would not be an easy matter just to walk from this very well disguised prison. <br><br><br>The lovely woman studied her nails for a little while and then began her manicure, almost as if the doctor was not in the room. She could play the same game as him…actually better, was he not the one holding the keys? Which was somewhat of a problem.<br><br><br>“As I said to you before, the answer to the marriage is no and always will be.” Elizabeth paused and continued on her nails, seeming disinterested. “I believe you know the reason why, if you are as intelligent as is suggested.” Of course the woman knew why her betrothed wished to marry her and it was material, her inheritance, also she was aware of the man’s rather sick and unpleasant activities, and his need for control.<br><br>&nbsp;If it had been nothing more than a marriage of convenience, it would have been favourable, as at least one of her acquaintances had married a man that preferred the company of gentlemen and they had a most pleasant arrangement. Yet her ‘gentlemen in question’ was an entirely different situation, and his motives and intentions were certainly dubious. <br><br><br>“I am not …as I have mentioned before, adverse to the concept of marriage, rather I am adverse to marry the man in question. I hope I have made myself clear.” Elizabeth inclined her head a little and smiled, “Now that question has been answered again, is there anything else you wish to ask? I am sure you can see I am quite sane, a little annoyed but sane.”&nbsp; With that the woman went back to her manicure.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>24-01-2011, 00:01:31</strong>
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				The Doctor smiled politely at Elizabeth and shrugged “Sanity, my dear, has a way of fooling us. Especially when you have to convince yourself of it. In a situation like this, where my presence is not needed, I look to simply act as a mediator of sorts. We come across all sorts of young women, Ms. Brook. None of them are insane, not really. They just hold onto a view of reality that is contrary to their surroundings. They come here for help with bringing their perceptions and reality into focus…to merge their views, so to speak.”<br><br>Standing from the bed, he politely bowed to the woman “But I can see that we haven’t that sort of issue here, Ms. Brook. I do apologize for disturbing you. I’ll make sure to keep watch on word from your father, so we can get you back where you belong. Good day, miss.” He said before leaving. The door upon his exit closed with an audible click of a lock. Doctor Witherspoon looked to Mr. Spencer and waved his fingers so the man would follow.<br><br>“Ms. Brook has quite the healthy self image…” he said when they were out of earshot “We’re going to need to do something about that. Woman like that tend to believe that they are actually capable of rational thought in terms of their future.” Spencer walked a step behind the doctor and scoffed when the doctor made the comment “Too true, Mr. Spencer…too true. The nerve. She most certainly needs our help. We will do all in our power to bring her back into her father’s good graces, where she belongs.” <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>28-01-2011, 12:12:24</strong>
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				Elizabeth decided that there was no point in arguing her case with the ‘doctor’ he had her marked as either some insane lesbian at worse or simply deluded at best. She doubted if he was married that his wife was given any attention, and the young redhead even suspected that he may take advantage of some of the more fragile patients, well he was certainly going to get a shock if he tried that with her.<br><br>The locking of the door made Elizabeth seethe, these were the same tactics her father used. The fact was she was in her right mind and was neither a danger to herself or to anyone else. The woman sat down again with a large sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose. She had come here of her own choice, well sort of more to get the family from her back, but this was not supposed to be a prison.<br><br>Well of course there was the window she did one more check, looking for a way down from there, and then finished unpacking…part of which was a pair of trousers hidden between dresses. After all if she was to have to climb out the window, then a dress was really not appropriate. <br><br>So after making sure those garments were not on view Elizabeth then found a number of books that she had place surreptitiously, and after hiding a few she chose one and began reading. After all the woman knew at least for a little time she had to play the game.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>03-02-2011, 04:09:33</strong>
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				The plan was rather simple. Their guest Elizabeth had amassed too much confidence in herself. The first step would be stripping her of that confidence with a series of humiliatingly deplorable acts. Hence, his call to Mr. Spencer. He disregarded the request that he drug her food, since he decided that she was to be quite lucid through the whole experience. She must witness her position…her true position in life, and not some dream conjured up by lonely anti-marriage “ladies”. They really must do something about women coming into money through an inheritance…it seems to prove more harm than good.<br><br>At his desk, he was busy making notes for the other patients in his care. There were few things to note other than standard observations. Most of them were ready to accept their role in the outside world, and only needed proper payment from their loved ones on the outside. And if they didn’t pay, then his training also allowed for more discerning bartering when women of a certain adjusted temperament are cherished as the servants they were made to be. It really was a win-win for him.<br><br>As the time ticked by and the watchmen made their rounds, he ordered one of them to check on the fair Elizabeth. Perhaps she had fallen to slumber. It would make his night completed earlier than usual if she was <em>’A welcome change, indeed’</em> he thought, with a dry chuckle. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>11-02-2011, 16:25:15</strong>
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				Elizabeth was certainly not asleep, after all she was not some child that needed to be put to bed. This man who called himself a doctor must be insane, he should be the one in the locked room not her.&nbsp; Still she had made her to leave within the next day or so, and at least she had shown her father she was willing to at least try to follow his views. However as it was she would not marry the man she had chosen, and would if need be use her inheritance to pay for her own education.<br><br>The beautiful redhead prepared herself for bed, first carefully plaiting her hair so that it be smooth in the morning, she thenbathed herself, made sure she was clean as any Lady should. After that Elizabeth put on her night clothes made of fine linen and continued to read.<br><br><br>She drank a little water as she read the writings of a seventeenth century feminist, which was most interesting, she then turned her attention to another book of poetry which she enjoyed a good deal. Still awake Elizabeth turned over and stretched. For the moment the room was something she could cope with, for it gave her ammunition. However sleeping was not an option at present for the woman did not trust this ‘doctor’.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>22-02-2011, 03:30:35</strong>
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				Doctor Witherspoon sat at his desk as the tick-tock of his clock became suddenly too&nbsp; loud for him…too…<em>there</em>. He realized that it was the waiting. He was waiting for a moment that must arrive, yet he hasn’t received word of it as of yet. Standing, he walked out of his door to find Mr. Spencer in something of a mood himself. No surprise there, as it was he who was promised the chance to give their new guest a “proper” introduction. “Nothing yet, gov…” he muttered, looking down a hall suddenly too long for the doctor’s liking.<br><br>Witherspoon took out his pocket watch and breathed in deep, lest he reveal his own growing impatience too clearly. Control must be kept with both the guests and the guards. Both are different shades of the same animal, and both react strongly to weakness. “Stand firm, Mr. Spencer…she will sleep. She simply hasn’t the choice. If she believes herself fitting to stay up for the night, then I would simply torment her exhausted mind and look for chinks in that self-image of hers…”<br><br>He continued “She believes herself standing on the shoulders of strong women before her. I would show her that she’s standing in a mound of shit, in which we are her only saviors. She will be shown the errors of her ways, Mr. Spencer…even if I have to cut them out of her.” “Well, let’s hope it doesn’t go that far, sir…they’re never the same when we return them, and the families always ask for a discount”, said Mr. Spencer, with some reluctance. “Quite right…mustn’t go too far, too fast. Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Spencer. Sometimes Doctors mistake the ability to do something, with the need to do something.” <br><br>Mr. Spencer thought it over for a moment and nodded “That’s right smart, gov…simple enough for a bricklayer like me to understand, but it has…weight”. The Doctor gave the man a smirk and small bow with a “glad you enjoyed” comment made upon his departure back in the room…back to waiting for the inevitable.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>24-02-2011, 13:12:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The young woman Elizabeth enjoyed her books as she always did, finding them far more exhilarating than any of the needlepoint or other ‘female’ pursuits that her mother had suggested. Of course the young woman had no objection to musical exploits or even learning to dance at certain events which were expected, the riding too was most enjoyable. It was the other nonsense that had been planned for her, and the activities which were not allowed. Also the fact Elizabeth had to have an escort with her unless she could slip put was most irritating.<br><br>As it was the young woman still managed to get to her meetings well until now. Stil she was sure that at some point she could get out. There would be some planning involved but that was fine, it kept her brain active.<br><br>Eventually Elizabeth performed her ablutions to make sure she was clean and then put on her rather fine sleeping garments. They were fine silk and lace, most feminine in design and it seemed to accentuate her fine and well toned form. After a little more reading the woman finally fell to slumber, even if she did feel a little perturbed by this place and the doctor. After all she knew it was important to be well rested if she did indeed have to escape.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:50:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Doctor checked his pocket watch once again, but before he could stand to inquire, there had been a soft knock on his door. It was Mr. Spencer with the most pleasant of looks about him. Sadly, a pleasant look from the man was much worse than him in anger, but it was a fitting sign that their newest patient had finally turned to sleep. “You’d think feminism would believe in a good night’s rest…if only to outsmart the pigs looking to take away their rights” he said out loud. Mr. Spencer only chuckled, knowing that the Doctor was only venting.<br><br>Mr. Spencer always walked tall around the Doctor. Deference was always given, but he made sure to display the relationship he had with the other guards. His world, in many ways, was a jungle. Dominance had to be witnessed and respected. Whether they liked him or not, he knew that they had eyes and could see. They would bend to the order of their world, or he would bend them over his knee. This was the life he lived. He wouldn’t have it any other way.<br><br>The two made their way to Elizabeth’s room, and Doctor Witherspoon stopped for a moment to add to the moment, and in some small way, poke the psyche of his longtime…assistant. Mr. Spencer’s agitation grew as he seemed to wait for the Doctor’s okay, and when he finally got the word, keys were produced and the door opened as if in one smooth motion. To call the brute of a man an artist would be far too kind, but he did have a certain touch…as if he only needed polishing for greater things.<br><br>“Up she goes like a good little lamb” He growled as he grabbed at one leg and one arm. With the Doctor watching, he made sure that Mr. Spencer was delivering exactly what he instructed of him. This would be a lesson to be remembered by her more primitive mind…the one that can’t reason actions away with a glance, or haughtily dismiss it. Naked force, to be used seldom, lest the lesson grow dull from too many experiences. <em>’This should prove quite interesting’</em> the Doctor thought as he watched.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 14:17:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth had been sleeping, not altogether peacefully, after all this was a strange place and she was here under such strange circumstances’. Ones that this young woman certainly did not feel were appropriate even if her father and aunt had decided it was necessary.&nbsp; As it was this situation in her mind would be resolved soon enough, because hopefully the doctor would see that there was little point in her being here as he would not change her, and her father though extremely wealthy would surely not throw good money after bad.<br><br>However her sleep was certainly disturbed with a great shock as Spencer manhandled her. Elizabeth let out a cry&nbsp; of shock and the screamed, right before starting to fight back and struggle free from this filthy and disgusting brute of a creature. She would not…could not call him a man. <br><br>The young woman was quite a wild cat as she bit and kicked and struggled, all the time telling him that he must stop this vile behaviour, for such activities were more than illegal. She told him through bites and screams that she would report both he and the doctor for this inappropriate behaviour. She wished to caste most terrible words at him, spit at him, but still she was enough of a Lady not to perform such acts, even on defence.<br><br>However certainly her father would know of this and this man and the doctor would hopefully be punished if not by her, but rather by the law. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Writersblockade</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 04:33:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Doctor viewed the spectacle for a moment, comfortable with the amount of pressure Mr. Spencer was using despite the woman’s best efforts. The Doctor looked down to make a few notes when he heard the unmistakable sound of connection. Apparently the woman got a solid one in on his lead man. Mr. Spencer, to his credit, only held the rest of her as Elizabeth’s foot was lodged just under his jaw. The Doctor continued to make notes, but felt more than saw the look Mr. Spencer was giving him.<br><br>“Nothing permanent” Was the Doctor’s only reply as he finished his note and looked up slowly. He then watched his orderly brush away a few other strikes from the woman as he waded in for a little offense of his own. A brawler by nature, and a potential wife-beater had he the personality to hold a woman’s personality for more than ten minutes, he struck for the place that would hurt her the most and take the sting out of her all in one shot. A ham-sized fist darted straight for Elizabeth’s solar plexus, and upon realization of the target, the Doctor had to admit that he was pleased. <br><br>When the dust settled, he finally spoke “Elizabeth. What I am going to say to you is not up for negotiation, nor conversation. You are a guest in this hospital, and I am tasked with driving away the demons of feminism that have plagued your mind. It is my job to return you to your father a changed woman…by any means necessary. Mr. Spencer is something of a living rod to me. He hurts because he likes to, but he has learned to hurt when given the opportunity, instead of simply taking it upon himself.”<br><br>He continued “You are alive now only as a service to me. Your life belongs to me for however long it takes for these…thoughts, as you’d call them, to be exorcised from your mind. You will be every bit the daughter and wife your father wants you to be, and you will do it without complaint by time you step from these walls. Since I trust this will be our only talk about this particular subject…I’ll allow for questions at this juncture.” The Doctor, merely crossed his legs and looked expectantly at her. After all, the floor was hers.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: To Marry one must be a Lady (Senti and WB)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Senti</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 12:28:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elizabeth was livid, she had not been so angry for a long time. How dare this man, this apparently educated man allow his ‘dog to behave in such a manner. It was a complete affront to both herself and her family, it was, and he was a disgrace to his alleged profession.&nbsp; To employ such a beast was horrific…she wondered how many more women had suffered in this was, and how many were permanently scarred, either mentally or physically…or even worse. <br><br>She continued to try to fight of the monster, there was a fire and a passion in her eyes, her anger was growing and burning in her belly, this was no shy and retiring little blossom. Elizabeth though not physically strong, she was one with a will that would match most men and more. “Take your filthy hands…hands from me.” She shouted again and then let out a cry of pain as she was punched hard. It certainly knocked the wind from her for some time. However in her mind she was still fuming, and would not be beaten down by these creatures. For a while she struggled to catch her breath, to find something from within, and her voice. Oh yes they would pay dearly for this insult. Both of them would, the thug might find some time in prison, the puppet master might find a more intriguing punishment.<br><br>After finally finding what she needed Elizabeth did something more unladylike and bit Spencer, after all she had brothers her next kick was aimed low and to a most precious place for a man.<br><br>“Get you…your…” her breath and voice were still not completely free, but her mind and will was. “Get that….that…Dog away from me…otherwise it will …will find that I will have…have this place closed down…and you…you will never work again.” Yes Elizabeth would do a good deal of investigating, and make sure her friends within the movement would know about this. <br>
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