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ANN...DIN'T YOU WANT TO WEEP FOR FRANCIS? PUSHED INTO A MARRIAGE BY HIS VENGEFUL FATHER, NO PEOPLE SKILLS OR EMPATHY FOR PEOPLE, NOT SCHOOLED IN RUNNING A MINE. IN ANOTHER WRITER'S HANDS FRANCIS HAS THE PERSONALITY OF A SECOND OR THIRD SON NOT THE ONE TO INHERIT IT ALL AS THE SQUIRE OF TRENWITH. TWO OTHER TIMES WG LETS FRANCIS EXPLAIN HIS FEELINGS FOR THE GIFTS DEMELZA HAS BROUGHT TO THE FAMILY AND WE KNOW HE HAS A SIDE NOT GENERALLY SEEN...OR EXPLORED...
Thank you for all these posts! I know it's way after the date, but WOW, does that really open up Elizabeth's hostility towards Demelza. Jealous, much? I never liked her before, but man, I do dislike her now. She picked Francis, and apparently intends to be a dog in the manger about the fact that Ross moved on with his life and found someone better.
Hackerandheroine wrote: "Thank you for all these posts! I know it's way after the date, but WOW, does that really open up Elizabeth's hostility towards Demelza. Jealous, much? I never liked her before, but man, I do dislik..."I think much of the removed text from this book and the first does not favour Elizabeth.
That’s a perfect summation of Francis and Elizabeth’s relationship. Poetic. Makes me want to reread these books.
I have done everything possible to cut down our expense in these difficult times, while you have thrown money on the card-tables and drunk yourself into a--into a stupor. I have never known your thanks or your praise. You keep your thanks for--for I know not what strumpet and your praise for the beggar girl Ross has married!"
With tears on her cheeks she went quickly from the room, leaving the door open behind her. He could hear her running up the stairs.
She had never spoken like this before. If a sharp response was what he had been seeking, then he should have been satisfied. But the breach was wider than it had ever been before, it was open, undisguised.
He sat in his chair drawing quietly at his pipe, a thoughtful look on his handsome dissipated face. All she said was true. He admitted it was all true. She had seen to his house and graced his table. She had raised the standard of the household manners from the sloppy level at which Old Charles had left them. George Warleggan and many others, he knew, envied him his luck. She had borne him a son, and cared for that son passionately--too passionately. She had made him a dignified beautiful wife of the highest integrity, with true ideals, good principles and capable understanding. She had even, sometimes, shared his bed. She had honoured him. She had quite frequently obeyed him. She did not love him and she never had.
Francis reached for the decanter