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From Eco's journal:
"And so
the message went out: “Make your way to London town and then cross the river to
Southwark. Go up from the banks near the George Inn on Borough Street, there
you will find a haven and good folk to help you in your hour of need! Do not
fear, young miss, for these are fine people. Your cherished babe will go to
good Christian folk who will raise your dear little one and give it a good
home.”
Yes,
Rose, they came—the poor, the not so poor; some were ugly, others were
beautiful; many were in the first bloom of youth or already past it. They were,
however, all united by desperate circumstances.
Eve never
pressed them about their individual stories, but if there was some sort of
confession, she would hear the pathetic stories from those who chose to
unburden themselves as to how they had strayed.
A confession
is good for the soul and though we had none, they had, and so they were
comforted.
She’d
show them to a room, not much more than a cupboard. But they were grateful, and
as for the occasional shrieks they heard coming from other rooms and dens within
our tainted dwelling, Eve would advise them not to mind the noise.
“They are
just happy drunken folk who cannot hold their liquor. Alas, we need our
business in order to care for women such as you…”
She’d
implore them to be forgiving. They all were; the lost usually are.
So there
you have it. What a picture it makes…desperate women giving birth and our vile
activities—orgiastic feasting and feeding along with intense copulation—all
under the same roof. How wretched.
As for
the girls, some of them barely made it to our door. Many gave birth as soon as
they stepped inside.
And so
the babies were taken. None of them were nursed or even looked upon. Well,
perhaps just a glance if the mother pleaded and wept.
“Yes,
dear, there you go. We have a wet nurse who shall take your precious little
love now. The family arrives tomorrow…”
The
mothers, too defeatist even to protest, would go on their way, some to live,
others to happily fall into Father Thames for they could not live with their
decision.
We did
actually have wet nurses. These were drunken and diseased trollops who often
gave their milk away for a drink while their own baby perished one way or
another.
Our
babies would be quickly dispatched—coaches came and went all the time. There
was a great deal of devil worship in those days. It was most surprising.
And what
of the rites themselves? Well, it might surprise you to learn that there was a
great need for curses and spells. Oh yes, witchcraft in its purest form was
very much practiced. It hadn’t ever gone away for many people wished to have
spells and incantations said for a variety of purposes. Greed was
endemic. The wealthy and powerful could never have enough, always seeking more.
Women wanted men they couldn’t have or men who had grown distant.,,"
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~Charlotte Books EXAMINER
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"In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the Gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."
~Dr. Margarita Georgieva ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark
Carole Gill -- the Blackstone Vampires series
~Charlotte Books EXAMINER
.
"In the attempt to find the just measure of horror and terror, I came upon the writing of Carole Gill whose work revealed a whole new dimension to me. The figure of the Gothic child was there. Stoker's horror was there. Along with the romance! At the heart of her writing one stumbles upon a genuine search for that darkness we lost with the loss of Stoker."
~Dr. Margarita Georgieva ~ Gothic Readings in The Dark
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