It could be a Marlow ghost who was messed around by a proto-Patrick and is biding its time waiting for revenge.
Bwahahaha! Or, indeed, three different Marlow sisters, in shifts.
"It is your turn tonight, Nan."
"Nan shall let me have her turn, will you not, sweeting? All summer he spoke to me softly and read to me from French books, and then in the autumn when I returned from our aunt in London he looked upon no one but Eleanor."
"You were gone to London to be a fine lady, and Nan and I left to help with the haying!'
"Oh, and I trow you hated that, him without his shirt and you with your kirtle tucked up into your belt and your legs all bare, bringing him ale every hour! And London stank and so did my aunt, and besides was full of Lollards and men pissing up the walls."
"Peace, peace! Moll shall have my turn an she wishes it."
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Date: 2006-05-03 10:26 am (UTC)Bwahahaha! Or, indeed, three different Marlow sisters, in shifts.
"It is your turn tonight, Nan."
"Nan shall let me have her turn, will you not, sweeting? All summer he spoke to me softly and read to me from French books, and then in the autumn when I returned from our aunt in London he looked upon no one but Eleanor."
"You were gone to London to be a fine lady, and Nan and I left to help with the haying!'
"Oh, and I trow you hated that, him without his shirt and you with your kirtle tucked up into your belt and your legs all bare, bringing him ale every hour! And London stank and so did my aunt, and besides was full of Lollards and men pissing up the walls."
"Peace, peace! Moll shall have my turn an she wishes it."
"Oh, stop being such a Patient Griselda, Nan!"