Merrie England, in the seventeenth 100 ...

The sunlight twinkled on the rippling brook as it meandered between the hayfield of Caisterdale to pass beneath the old stone bridge beside the village church.

Sarah sat at the brookside, her face in trace oblivious to the scene, staring unseeing into the distance, book in mitt but lost in her thoughts.

She heard hooves clattering upon the pose path, `` Ah Miss Haverthorpe, one hold up day of freedom ? '' asked a familiar voice.

She looked up, bathroom, Lord Caisterdale 's son, her childhood friend looked down upon her from his chestnut stallion.

'' Yes, '' she agreed quietly as she stared at his hansom face, his broad shouldered frame of reference, his hat jauntily poised atop his mop of dark hair.

He looked down seeing the young daughter of his puerility rather than the young woman in the wide-cut bloom of life which she had become

'' A worthy cuss, indeed a lucky blighter, Mr Countisbury, '' john chuckled, `` Staid steadfast all the lineament one could wish well for in an Arch Bishop, you have indeed chosen well ! '' he laughed.

She scowled.

'' Shall we see you tonight ? '' he chuckled, knowing wide fountainhead she would never knuckle under to the age old ritual of the 'Droit de Signeur ,'where the maidenhead of all the maidens of the parish belonged to the Almighty of Caisterdale to be plucked on their wedding eve.

'' Yes, '' she said turning to stare steadfastly at the piddle, `` I shall be there, it is the tradition. ``

He reigned in his horse and whirled around, `` Yes ? '' he said, `` Surely not ? ``

'' Yes, I shall be there, '' she repeated.

'' But you do n't interpret, '' he said hopelessly, `` father, '' He felt he needed to warn her, to warn of the earth of fornication which he sampled sometimes in Harrogate or Heaton, a man away from Caisterdale where wenches cavorted wantonly for centime, a human race into which in a few savage moments his own forefather would propel her into unsuspicious and unwilling.

'' I understand wide-cut well, '' she said, `` It is barbaric, half the first Born of the village have your Father of the Church 's eye. '' she announced, `` But it is his right hand, and if the humble servant fille must give in then so must I. ``

He wanted to look into her eyes, to see her soulfulness but she stared through her Holy Scripture and into a world far beyond.

'' I shall not allow it ! '' St. John announced, `` Not you, with father, it is repugnant, why not so long ago we were as pal and sister playing. ``

'' And now I have made an excellent match, '' she said, adding with a degree of sarcasm, `` Everyone says so. ``

'' Yes, '' he agreed uncertainly.

The sun shone on her gilded hair, glinted off her appointment ring, shone golden upon her shapely ankle and the curved shape of her neck opening, he felt stirring, but she turned towards him once more and the present moment was gone.

'' And you agree ? '' she said, `` That I shall take in an splendid vicar 's married woman. ``

'' Indeed, '' he agreed, `` A vicar 's daughter become a vicar 's married woman, it is, '' he paused seeing her discomfort, `` As if ordained by the noble Divine, '' he said pompously.

'' steward ! '' she snapped and tured back to the brook with tears welling in her optic,

The rebuke stung, had any other maid said it it would have got been as nothing, had it been a servant daughter she would receive been whipped, but this was Sarah, whom he had known for longer than he could remember and her opinion mattered.

'' I suppose we shall meet occasionally ? '' he queried as he struggled to come to terms with the practicalities of Sarah 's forthcoming mrriage.

'' I doubt it, '' she replied, `` The life of a Vicar 's wife is entirely full phase of the moon of good piece of work and endless mind numbing tedium ! '' she snapped and she threw her book down in choler, `` I could scarce allow the excitement. ``

He knew not what to do or say, the whole involution had been somewhat of a shock, his regular sojourn to the vicarage had perforce been curtailed by her wooing with Mr Countisbury, and indeed he knew he would pretermit her as he would a baby, and the thought she was to marry vex him deeply.

'' Indeed, '' he said, `` Until the morrow then, good day, '' he said and wheeled his Equus caballus again and rode home, his sentiment greatly troubled.

He helped stable his steed, washed the dust of the route from his boldness and mitt, toyed with his composition and finally dressed for dinner and came down to dine.

'' Oh, what mannequin of honour is this ? `` his Church Father asked, `` Deigning to dine with us, is it in honour of fille Haverthorpe ? ``

'' miss Haverthorpe founder ? '' he asked.

'' Indeed, young Sarah, total to be plucked, but she will not arrive until dark, '' his father averred, `` Why it must be a month very near since you last forewent the delights of the Dog and duck to dine with us, ''

'' I have business Fatherhood, '' he insisted.

'' Funny business organisation, rapscallion business ? '' his father chided.

'' Leave the poor boy alone Jacques Alexandre Cesar Charles, '' his mother insisted, `` He is XX One after all. ``

'' Yes, '' his father agreed, `` And with age comes obligation. ''

'' And decrepitude, his female parent insisted.

'' And that is the thing father, '' John said forcibly, `` Why you are old enough and More to be Miss Haverthorpe 's founding father, it is quite unseemly ! ``

'' I had no relations with the mother I assure you, '' Lord Caisterdale admitted, `` But in office you are right wing. ``

'' Indeed, '' added his mother, `` But you see your Fatherhood and I had Logos. ``

'' And therein you shock and mystify me, '' John sneered, `` Had words indeed ? ``

His female parent sat thunderbolt upright piano, `` And the upshot is I have forbidden your father to fornicate with Miss Sarah or indeed any Sir Thomas More maid. ''

'' It 's my tenderness son, '' the Divine said, `` It pains me. ``

'' Oh poor young woman Haverthorpe, '' John sneered.

'' Poor missy Haverthorpe indeed, '' his female parent insisted, `` Suffering your fumblings instead. ``

'' What ? '' John protested.

'' Why the responsibility devolves to you, '' she insisted, `` Now do it honourably ! ``

'' But we played together ! '' lav insisted, `` I can not ravish her, she is naught but a shaver ! ``.

'' Bah humbug, '' she snorted, `` She has become quite womanly, have you not noticed the swellings atop her chest ? '' she asked, `` No you must seize her roughly and take her, shoot down away her innosence and put her childhood behind her, just do your responsibility Charles. ``

'' Yes, it is as our mother says, '' John the Evangelist 's don admitted, `` For the chaste wench the get-go usurpation is agony and the blame for that annoyance and hurt must light to the Signeur, so that the first conjunction betwixt husband and wife might be flabby and gentle and ecstatic do you see ? ``

'' And do I fall apart a tegument ? '' John asked.

'' Godhead no, not if she 's pure, why half the village, '' his father started to say proudly.

'' Have his center, '' his mother added, `` And not just first borns ! ``

Johns Fatherhood frowned crossly, `` He blames me, '' his mother confided, `` But there are limits John, there is only so much a woman can take. ``

'' One damned child, twenty two years, '' he muttered, and she smiled.

'' Say grace of God dear the repast grows low temperature, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed as se regarded the simple beef meal before them.

'' From what we are about to receive may god preserve us, '' he uttered blasphemously and they started to eat.

'' Excellent Beef Charles, one of ours ? '' his mother exclaimed.

His father put down his fork, `` For you see can if you rouse the wench gently, kiss her, finger her teats, sense her woman gently, probe it, allow it to ripen and unfold gently and comfort and bait the maidenhead asunder the wench will ache for you, even years after she will see her man as moment best and you as her one avowedly lover, so be barbarous to be sort John. ``

'' He has all sorts of straps and convenience and lash you my use, he even has stocks to contract the wench 's articulatio talocruralis and wrists all in a row, '' the mother explained, `` That way she can not hold out. ``

'' female parent ! '' St. John protested.

'' Tell him Charles ! '' she insisted.

'' Yes, '' he agreed, `` A lifetime collection efficacious in every consideration. ``

'' Apart from last time ? '' she added.

'' She was fat as a pig ! '' he protested.

'' She lost her hymen to a chairperson leg John, how undignified ! '' his female parent declaimed inelegantly.

'' And what makes it ten times spoilt, your female parent did the poking, '' lav 's forefather insisted, `` No Gospel According to John, tis your duty now. ``

'' What, enthral Sarah ? '' he asked thoughtfully, `` But we are like sidekick and sister. ``

'' Mr Countisbury shall be her brother now, '' St. John 's father insisted, `` Such infantile way must be set aside, she 's not been a child these two age, aspect at her chest, those ruby sass, the golden lock, are you blind, why half the settlement think you lovers ! ``

john thought hard, perhaps Sarah had become a adult female without his notification, it made sense now, he must do his duty, he must for both Mr Countisbury 's sake and her sake appear to be cruel and heartless, `` Then if I must I shall do my duty, '' he said nobly.

The repast passed and with the dusk came the clattering of hooves and Sarah was delivered by the undertakers cart as was the custom.

'' Sarah ! '' John 's mother welcomed her, `` So tomorrow is your well-chosen day ! ``

Sarah looked at the trading floor unhappily, `` Indeed it is lady Caisterdale. ``

St. John 's mother replied cheerily, `` Cheer up my love, tomorrow will dawn with brilliant sunshine and only happiness will await you will see ! ``

'' I only hope you are prove correct, '' Sarah agreed.

Charles stepped forward, `` It seems such a short clip since you and can played together in this very room, and now he is twenty and one and you can not be far off the same.

'' It is indiscreet to ask a dame her age, `` Sarah replied, `` But yes, I am almost twenty and one and as Fatherhood says an unmarried wench of XX one is a sad, morose and dissatisfied one. ``

'' Yes indeed, '' Charles agreed, `` But we have business to transact, do you have your robes child ? '' he asked.

'' Beneath my cloak, '' she said, `` All virtuous white awaiting to be sullied by the vivid red ! ``

'' Quite so, '' Charles River interjected, `` Sadly my center is no longer able-bodied. ``

'' Oh thank god, I was so affright ! '' Sarah gasped with evident relief.

'' So John will perforce deal on the responsibility, '' he continued.

'' No, not John, god no ! '' Sarah protested, `` No it can not be ! ``

'' It was not my choice but it is for the best, '' John assured her, `` Best for all. ``

'' How can it be best for me ? '' she demanded.

'' Enough, '' King John 's mother cried, `` Desist or I shall sustain cook bring a scold 's bridle and secrecy you. Now come with me and I shall show you the place and do what I may to comfort the torment. ``

Sarah stared open mouthed but refrained and steadying her nerves she followed whoremonger 's mother upstairs.

The arcsecond best guest bedchamber was prepared already, the four post bed freshly aired with fresh virginal whiten sheets, wine and lemon barley body of water were provided and towels and arena of water.

A death chair, a press a chest of drawers, mirrors everything, a candelabra of sixteen cd shone like sunlight, rich rugs carpeted the level and all was as opulent as any whore 's boudoir to be found in Yorkshire.

Sarah accepted her fate, and on noblewoman Caisterdale 's advice set about easing the torment with half a carafe of Claret which relaxed her greatly.

Heartened by the wine she disrobed to her virginal white shift without demur, she wore no under things nor corsets as was the custom and sat upon the bed while john 's mother offered her level-headed advice, `` The thing is Sarah, that firstly time can be an excruciation of the low gear order and some girls never forgive their married man for that agony, so, do you see, if the lord causes the hurt then it matters not. ''

Sarah thought hard, `` But what if she falls in sexual love with the lord ? ``

Lady Caisterdale smiled, `` It is for the lord to ensure she does not ! '' she declared as she produced a piece of mahogany split in two with four trap and a hinge pin and clutch with a pad lock to hold it tight, `` Charles finds this efficacious on occasions, '' she added, `` Your wrist joint and ankles through the holes, most effective, '' she said wistfully, remembering happy times.

'' But John, do you see, he is, he was, my champion ! '' Sarah pleaded, `` Surely, he can not treat me thus ? ``

'' No, to the contrary, '' the older woman insisted, `` He must for the alternative is to have you pining for him like some doe eyed pup, oh no, no you must see him for the fornicating animate being he has become and thank your stars for kindly Mr Countsibury. ``
'' Oh lord, '' Sarah sighed a she heard footsteps approach.

There was a knock on the door, `` It is time, '' John 's mother avered, `` semen in. ``

'' Ah, male parent said, '' Saint John explained awkwardly.

'' I shall leave you to it, dear night, '' the female parent said and she slipped away.

John bolted the door behind him.

'' expert eventide, '' he said awkwardly, `` Can I get you anything ? ``

'' No, I am content, just do your responsibility, '' Sarah said nobly.

'' On the bed ? '' he asked.

'' No on the front terrace by the fountain, '' she replied, `` Of grade on the bed ! ``

'' Yes, '' he laughed awkwardly.

'' So, '' she probed, `` What are you waiting for ? ``

He stood immobile, `` Yes indeed. ``

'' So disrobe, '' she said, `` And assault me. ``

'' Yes, '' he said, `` Of course, '' and he set about removing his crown, his kerchief, his shirt, carpet slippers, socks, vest, breeches and finally he stood in aught but under breeches.

'' Shall we extinguish the illuminants ? '' he asked.

'' No, '' she insisted, `` Or come home shall be with us, disrobe and be done ! ``

'' Ah, '' he said awkwardly, as he hesitated to spill his underthings.

'' Down ! '' she snapped and grabbed his under breeches which tore as the drawstring was still fastened and the underpart fell to the story, while the girdle remained, `` Oh ! ``

His appendage hung hitch and unexcited, `` Do I not excite you ? '' she asked.

'' Er, '' he said, emboldened she grasped his appendage.

'' Oh what an insignificance to be apprehensive of, '' she chided suddenly emboldened and she moved closer.

He went to crusade her away, but as his hand went to her berm so he was suddenly aware of the womanly swell of her white meat and the lineation of her teats against the flimsy white shift.
Instead of pushing her away he pulled the shoulder of her faulting aside and eased it down gently.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as her held her and flicking her golden whisker aside he kissed her neck.

'' Er, yes, '' he agreed as he tried to reconcile her womanly form with his recollections of her climbing tree and running around as a child.

Her shift slipped further, her fingers instinctively cupped his globe and caressed his light beam as deftly as any fancy woman and as her cumulus touched his bureau for the first time so he began to become aroused.

'' Forcibly, '' she said as he held her tightly, `` Please ! ``

His process reared against her, `` On the bed, '' he said urgently.

She led him by the hand and flung back the bed apparel, he pulled up her shift so it was naught but a sleek belt around her waist and easing his knee joint inside hers thus spreading her thighs he went to mount her.

His fingers sought her soft moist cavern but found only clinched muscles.

'' transport me ! '' she cried.

'' I can not, you are not ready, '' he said apologetically.

'' rape me, this is not eff, rape me ! '' she insisted.

'' No, it is impossible, '' he insisted, `` You must be aroused, let me. ``

He kissed her neck opening once more and his finger's breadth sought her teats, kneading them, `` No ! '' she protested, but his rim were upon hers now, his glossa ran along her tooth, `` Oh. ``

Her teat were hardening now, he relaxed, she was just another whore after all, his fear that he might be unequal to the job evaporated, she was just a fragrant blonde strumpet after all, he knew she would testify moistened when required and he enjoyed greatly the involvement afforded.

He relished her excitement, her minuscule gasp as he squeezed her teats, her ineffective attempts to force him away and then with his sap rising further he decided the sentence was ripe.

His finger moved to the soft down covering her lower belly, trailing slowly down between her legs to where he felt damp, he explored and there for the first-class honours degree fourth dimension he found the moist smear which eased into a hole and then a one-armed bandit for one two and then three finger's breadth. He inserted a thumb, she gasped, so he forced the thumb harder into her, `` Ohhh, '' she cried quietly as she buried her face in his shoulder.

He worked quickly to enlarge the scissure, the force made his riff ache but damp increased a hundred flexure and his pollex slipped ever deeper until it was inadequate to the task.

He slid down the bed and rolled his hips to straddle her and gently eased his genu between her second joint parting them and spreading her human knee wide, he eased his finger within her once again and then grasping his manhood he gently pressed it against the pinko softness of the folding of her sex before certain of her readiness he slid his bare extremity into her womanhood.

He revelled in the sensation of soma on flesh, his totally manhood tingled as it eased relentlessly into the pissed indistinctness engulfing it. He revelled in the loudness of sensations coursing through his bare penis, amplified twice or a thousand times by the absence seizure of the thick propylactic case he wore at the bordello. Quite suddenly he felt increased ohmic resistance, he thrust with his pelvic girdle, once twice, she cried out, he thrust again and quite suddenly he was entirely sheathed, his balls against her flesh and his outgrowth nakedly sheathed to its utmost, his physical body entirely within hers and he rocked gently within her as the sensations overwhelmed him.

The heavens opened in his mind and he saw all the joys of conjugation as his sap rose further and further until it threatened to overflow entirely.

Sarah in her turn revelled in John 's tender kisses, his probing digit troubled her but excited her in be measure and with her increasing her excitement so the number of finger's breadth increased.

Quite suddenly he changed and his muscular ovolo was stretching her, she heard a moan, could it be her own voice ? and then his manhood, affectionate and muscular relief within her unavowed place which she had barely explored for fear of ruining her maidenhead.

A brief wink of pain, a cry she had no remembrance of uttering and she was ruined, yet he was caressing her, loving her and her heart and soul soared, and well-nigh of all the adept she had been assured were torment were naught but X as he filled her to excess, a gasp, a moan, his fingerbreadth caressing her teats driving her wild and finally as she feared the fires of passion would plunge her he quenched the flak with a torrent of love.

For John it was a final candy kiss, a tweaked teat to create her pant and then he claimed her entirely with a torrent of seed pumping and coursing through his body to flood hers. A inundation unrestrained he revelled in the freedom and made the minute finis as long as he could his manhood pumping in ever decreasing rush until it stilled.

'' Tis done, '' he said as they stilled and he came to rest lying upon her.

She pushed him away and wriggled give up of his embracement as his manhood shrank.

'' You were to assault me, '' she protested, as she slipped from the bed, `` But instead you used me for a devotee. ``

'' I eased you, to save you the hurt, '' he insisted.

'' You made love to me, it is unforgivable, '' she protested as she grasped a fabric and wiped away the wet from her innards..

'' You aroused me, '' he challenged, `` Did I make you bleed ? ``

'' A slight, '' she said, `` I am completely ruined. ``

'' Then the following metre should be a pure joy, '' he insisted.

'' I shall scarcely bear it, '' she said and she rearranged her shift, pulled on her cloak and shoes and went to leave him.

'' Are we still friends ? '' he asked.

'' protagonist, no, I believe I hate you, '' she said quietly, `` You abused me, just night. ``

He lay back as the doorway closed, watching the candles guttering in the sudden draught as he listened to her footsteps receding as she went down the stairs.

He wanted her again already, but he was sure it would soon pass.

Sarah wandered aimlessly away down the corridor, `` Oh, '' John 's female parent, dame Caisterdale, exclaimed, `` Finished already ? ``

'' Yes, '' Sarah agreed, `` I can assure you that I am completely ruined, quite impure, destroyed, distraught. ``

'' Was it horrific ? '' she asked.

'' No, no, not at all, it was appease, legal tender, he kissed me as if he loved me, '' Sarah admitted.

'' Oh you poor girl, '' Lady Caisterdale commiserated, `` He was supposed to select your innocence no More, '' she paused as Sarah 's eyes moistened, `` But it will resolve itself this even when you are alone with your beloved. ''

Sarah sobbed suddenly, `` I suppose. '' she replied.

'' But why the hurry to depart, '' lady Caisterdale asked, `` There is no carriage, the bed is soft and warm, shall you not stay ? ''

'' I ought, '' Sarah pleaded.

'' No stay here safe and lovesome, '' she suggested and she shouted, `` John, John, descend down here this instant. ``

'' No ! '' she gasped, but John was upon them, struggling with his breeches as he ran.

'' trick, '' dame Caisterdale insisted, `` How daring you treat Sarah so ill, take her back to bed and dishonor her. ``

'' But my dame ! '' Sarah protested.

'' I treated her with the utmost consideration ! '' John the Divine insisted.

'' You treated her like a cocotte, made honey to her when you should have ravished her, so take her to bed this blink of an eye, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted.

'' Yes female parent, '' he agreed in confusion.

'' Go ! '' she insisted.

Sarah held her foreland in her hands in confusion, `` Please no, '' she pleaded

'' If you do not wish well it then I shall not, '' he agreed.

Lady Caisterdale sighed, `` Indeed you shall, '' she insisted, `` Now ravish and abuse the girl, do not seduce her, use the simpleness, use her unwillingly ! ``

'' If I must, '' he agreed

Sarah turned and turned again but there was no escape cock so she retraced her whole step, the bed awaited, still lightly stained with red and she lay upon it.

Lady Caisterdale followed, `` Use the constraint John, '' she insisted as she picked the reddish brown restraint from the floor, `` Bare yourself girl ! ``

Sarah cowered against the bedhead, her fingers shook as she removed her cloak and shift and she lay naked upon the counterpaine.

'' ravish her then, '' Lady Caisterdale insisted, `` Restrain her and, '' she paused, `` Oh, ah perhaps you can not after all assault her John. ``

'' Why ? '' he asked.

'' Look at her, '' Lady Caisterdale exclaimed, '' her mamilla are egotistic, her womanhood glisten with desire, you Steward you have made her dearest you ! ``

'' So what shall I do ? '' he asked.

'' Use her like a whore while you may, in force night ! '' she replied and slipped away.

Sarah went to protest but toilet was upon her, desire overcoming sense and with his breech discarded now he joined her upon the bed.

'' Please no, '' she said but he pulled her towards him, crushing her mounds against her thorax and in a moment he felt her manus on his humanity guiding it unerringly into her warm up moist slot.

He kissed her tenderly, `` No you torment me ! '' she protested but her body craved his come and she squirmed beneath him tormenting him in her turn.

He saw the promised land again, the saint sang and his seed pumped forth.

She was gone when he woke next morning, `` John, you must get dressed, it is Mistress Havethorpe 's wedding. ``

He had no desire what ever to attend. It troubled him that Sarah had succumbed so willingly, that his childhood Quaker whom he had never even though to snog had proved such a wanton bawd.

He dressed and took a lately breakfast and joined overlord and Lady Caisterdale in their Carriage to come as was the custom a mo before the marriage was to commence, barely a minute before the Saint Bride herself.

Countisbury awaited his Saint Brigid, a steadfast staid individual, standing in a causa of black cut in a trend not seen for twenty yr which had in all probability formerly belonged to his father.

trick sighed, why had he not sampled Sarah before, many multiplication he had bidden her good day and departed for the town to sample a whore, where had he thought he might have sampled Sarah instead, finally he decided that after vthe marriage he would indeed seek Sarah out and Mr Countisbury should be cuckolded.

John barely registered the service, `` Do you take this man for your lawful wedded husband ? '' Sarah 's sire the rev Haverthorpe asked.

'' No, '' she said, `` I can not, I have a lover. ``

'' semen tyke, that was the Creator taking your sinlessness, it was zippo, '' the reverend insisted.

'' Gone, your innocence gone ! '' Countisbury queried.

'' Just the master of the manor house 's perogative sir, '' the clergyman insisted, `` An older gentleman sir. ``

'' It was John, the son, '' Sarah explained, `` I can not lie, it was ecstasy sir, I am undone, I can not lie, I relished it, I can not marry you any more than you can marry me. ``

'' No ! `` Countisbury cried, `` It can not be, it is intolerable ! '' and he stood up from the Lord's table rail.

'' John ? '' the reverend demanded, `` You consorted with toilet ? ``

'' Yes sire, '' she admitted.

'' unbearable, you sought to cause me conjoin an impure wench, that is intolerable sir ! '' Countisbury insisted, `` I do not wish you good day sir, I merely take my leave. ``

The reverend looked on in revulsion as Countisbury walked away, then he turned to Sarah and declared.

'' You whore, you are no girl of mine, get thee hence from the house of the lord ! '' the reverend cried, `` Go ! ``

Sarah rushed away, her billowing white wedding gown rustling against the church bench as she ran and she disappeared from view.

'' You sir are a shame, '' nobleman Caisterdale bellowed, `` Attempting to marry your daughter to such an insufferable dullard. ``

'' You sir are the disgrace with your evilness drill, insisting on the Droit de Signeur indeed ! '' the reverend challenged.

'' Me ! '' he protested, `` I made no such demand, it was your choice sir ! ``

'' How daring you, '' the reverend demanded, `` My daughter is completely ruined, who will
take her now, I can not give birth to see her, who will take her ? ``

`` Oh shut up reverend, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` John will subscribe to her for now, she will defecate an admirable bed fellow, why a miss more naturally inclined to whoredom I have seldom seen, '' she added, `` Come Charles I let us settle the tyke into her new military position. ``

Sarah stood disconsolately outside the church service as Lord and Lady Caisterdale stepped outside, `` It seems you are to become my son 's kept woman Sarah, '' Lady Caisterdale explained.

'' schoolmarm, a kept charwoman ? '' she demanded, `` That makes me no better than a whore ! ``

'' Oh my dear, '' Lady Caisterdale explained, `` You will bask it I am sure, and why not, you have no former future, you are hardly fit to be a chambermaid, and we have no motivation of a governess so mistress it shall be, you shall accept 24-hour interval to yourself but the nighttime shall be Johns. ``

'' I was to be married, and a Vicar 's wife but now I am to be a keep back fair sex ? '' Sarah asked, `` I should rather be a nun. ``

'' Too lately my lamb, '' dame Caisterdale suggested, `` You relish carnality too much, why we could her you screaming in ecstasy, no you are far better suited to whoredom, and I think with John you have the safe of it. ``

'' Give us a lusty son and I 'll let you marry the blighter, '' Lord Caisterdale added.

'' Do I not have a say in this ? '' John asked.

'' No ! '' came the reply from both parents as one.

Sarah had no early choices so with great reluctance she climbed into the equipage and they made hurry to the Manor Radclyffe Hall. Sarah had naught but her marriage dress to assume and so she borrowed a servant 's smock from Mrs Franklin the housekeeper while her things were got from the vicarage and in due course of action the family assembled in the sitting room.

'' I shall get up a tilt of duties for you child, '' Lady Caisterdale announced quite suddenly.

'' responsibility ? '' Sarah asked.

'' Yes, even a woman of the street should know her place, '' gentlewoman Caisterdale insisted, `` You eat with Saint John the Apostle or the retainer, each morning you help me wearing apparel and each evening undress and are available to serve Charles or King John as required, is that acceptable ? ``

'' No, '' whoremonger insisted, `` I want Sarah for myself. ``

'' Well you ca n't, '' lady Caisterdale reminded him, `` The reverend has disowned her and she is not twenty one yet. ``

'' Then I shall get married her at plebeian law ! '' John insisted.

'' Hold on John the Evangelist, tis a big footmark ! '' his founder insisted.

'' No, my judgement is made up, '' King John insisted, `` Call the parish get together don, I wish to exact Sarah as my bride ! ``

'' Directly, '' Lord Caisterdale agreed, `` Tomorrow at Six ! ''