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My last Duchess.

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Will McEwan Aldrich Prep 19/2/03 My last Duchess Late, late, late. Why are professionals always late? "The piano tuner is going to be an hour late, the doctor might be slightly late." Now the artist is late. I got out of bed half an hour early to get ready for him and he is late. Nothing ever goes to plan in this wretched house. When the artist did arrive this morning (two and a half hours late), he turned out to be one of the biggest slime balls I have ever met. "Yes darling, No darling." Not even my husband calls me darling. He then proceeded to sit me down on a low stall so t\at h could stare down at me, and probably down my dress. After about ten minutes I had an itch on my ear and couldn't help but scratch vigorously. As soon as I moved my hand there was a, " Darling please keep still," from behind the canvas. How could he expect me too keep still, its was baking in the living room and I was having to wear my best dress. ...read more.

Middle

Winter is such a depressing time of year. I am stuck indoors and have nothing to do. Earlier this afternoon I decided to explore the house some more. In the six months I have been living here, I have only been in the waiting room, the drawing room, and my bedroom. At the back of the house I found a staircase. It was very poorly lit and seemed to wind up to the top of one of the towers. I was about to climb it when my husband appeared. He had a stern face on. He abruptly told me I was never to go up these stairs. He seemed to have a frightened look about him. He was carrying what looked to be a painting under his arm. He disappeared up the stairs. Defeated I returned to my room and lay down. Curiosity got the best of me and I decided to go that night. At about eleven o'clock I left my room and headed to the back of the house. ...read more.

Conclusion

She was wearing much more normal style clothes. She had a ball gown very similar to the ones I own on. The inscription stated " Number 3 1801-1806" Finally I moved onto the one remaining painting. Fear deep inside me had already told me what I was going to see. The picture was of me. It had the inscription "My Last Duchess 1806". There was no second date. My husband came up behind me. I saw the shining glint of what must have been a knife. I felt a prick in my back. Then something was penetrating deep inside of me. I started falling faster and faster wondering if I was ever going to hit the ground. Then as quickly as the falling had started it was over. I didn't hit the bottom but I couldn't feel anything below my shoulders. I woke up staring round the room. There were faces staring back at me. I was trapped in some kind of box. I could not move, I don't think I was even breathing. I looked down,there was an inscription on a gold plate below me. It read "My Last Duchess 1806-1812" Will McEwan Aldrich SWS ...read more.

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