Patricia.
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Patricia.
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Make cards for family with various stamps and craft dies. Novice short story writer. (None that are published as yet. Just poetry.)
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Tuesday October 31, 1854.

Yesterday, after going on for hours about how he should have been the one to go to Scotland, George began hinting that we should take turns writing in MY diary.

I dropped into the stationer's on my way home and chose a nice one in brown leather for him.
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Monday October 30, 1854.

My return to the office was met warmly by Mr Tibbles, who deigned to let me pet him with my good arm.

I told George about yesterday's visitor.

"Bertha's sent Alex and Charley on a train up to Scotland to find them," I added.

"Wish she'd sent me," he muttered.
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Sunday October 29, 1854.

I was getting myself ready for the long walk to church, when a pounding on the pub door woke everyone, Bertha included.

The woman identified herself as the mother of one of the escapees.

"He didn't do it," she wailed. "He'd already fled to the Highlands!"
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Saturday October 28, 1854

Enough of "George here"! I finally have my diary back, though he was reluctant to relinquish it. I've just been reading through his entries, and the word I used was brusque!

At last Bertha has acceded to my demands and has released the nurse and doctor and their families.
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Friday October 27, 1854.

Octavius insisted on seeing Sir John. Bertha sent Charley to go with us.

I reckon the man was more interested in finding out what Octavius remembered of his attack than apologizing for sending him into danger.

Sadly, Octavius has asked for his diary back.
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Thursday October 26, 1854.

George again.

Today when I got to the Bucket of Blood, I overheard Octavius pleading with Bertha to release the doctor's and nurse's families and to send the pair of them home.

He clammed up like an oyster when he saw me standing there in the doorway.
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Wednesday October 25 1854.

George here.

Octavius is up and about but can't move his arm yet; it's tied in a sling. Bertha is well pleased.

The doctor and the nurse seem very relieved. The nurse asked about the possibility of finally going home. Bertha shut her up with a scowl.
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Tuesday October 24 1854.

I don't like that Sir John bloke one bit. When I told Octavius as much, he said he thought him broosk, which I worked out must mean "touched" or unhappy.

Still no sign of the escapees, which Bertha thinks is odd: "Ain't no one would dare to 'ide 'em from me!"
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Monday October 23, 1854

George still. I was called to Sir John's house as Octavius wasn't available.

"Still sick is he? If he'd found those convicts, my wife would still be alive!"

"They'll be found all right," I said.

"How can you be so sure?"

I wanted to reply: "Because Bertha's on the case."
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Sunday October 22, 1854.

The service was over, and Annie was fuming.

"I want to see him!" she hissed.

"You can't," I stuttered.

"Why?"

How to explain to my sister just who Bertha was? "Cause he's staying at a pub," I tried.

"So?"

"It isn't a nice pub."

Her eyes narrowed. "So?"
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Saturday October 21, 1854.

"He wants to see you when you feel up to it," I told him, though honestly Octavius's pasty, sweating face looked anything but up to it.

"Sir John?" he asked. I nodded and he blinked. "Why?"

"Don't know, but he made a point of asking me at the funeral."
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Friday October 20, 1854.

George here still.

Today was Lady Geeson's funeral. Mr Bruff closed our offices in Gray's Inn Square for the day and insisted that all the staff attend...not that Sir John seemed much impressed.

Mr Bruff asked after Octavius. I told him he was on the mend.
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Thursday October 19, 1854.

Octavius is still weak but was able to tell us how someone snuck up behind him and knocked him out cold.

Bertha's got people all over London looking for those escapees. At last she believes they're still here.

"If I finds 'em, I'll skin 'em!" she swore.
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Wednesday October 18, 1854.

Octavius was awake. I could have kicked myself when I told him how Lady Geeson had been slaughtered in her bed. He took the news personally.

"You did right, George," he told me as Bertha spooned him some soup, eyeing me like I'd be the next one to die.
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Tuesday October 17, 1854.

George here. It was Octavius they found. He was alive, but only just.

One of his arms was broken, probably from when he was pushed down the shaft.

He's being looked after at Bertha's by a doctor and this nurse who are staying with him for the time being.
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Monday October 16, 1854.

George here. I heard the junior clerks' shouts of indignation in the outer office, then Charley, Bertha's henchman, burst through the door.

"They think they found 'im!" he cried.

"Think?"

"In a shaft beside the Thames Tunnel. They're fetching ladders now!"
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Sunday October 15, 1854.

"Well, I think he disappeared for affectation," said Mary. She's my wife.

I prepared myself to step between her and my sister as I saw the look of loathing in Annie's eyes.

"What did our vicar just talk about in his sermon?" I asked. "The true meaning of charity!"