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It was about eight thirty when Mr. Edward himself came to pick me up my slumber.

 

"Come have breakfast with me dear." Exclaimed he with a knock at my door as I was staring through the window of my bedroom.

 

My room placed up the last floor of the mansion with it's window view pointing straight to the villa fields that were filled with yellow flowers. Out where over twenty workers trimming the fields and at the very end of the gardens caught my eye.

 

There sat a young man with his back facing the front. He looked lost in thoughts and rather disturbed by his work.

 

I walked out my room finding Mr. Edward turned at the support of his walking stick gazing at me.

 

"Breakfast. I shall pass." Said I locking my door room behind. "You can go on. Have your breakfast Mr. Edward, I will be by the field

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