Chapter 1:
Groggily across a sluice of orange fire, a sheet.
The broken soul that belonged to Charlotte Barker, emptied all the fountains of joy in her heart’s well. Charlotte’s audacious power seemed to deliver the victory of hope against all the conquest of fears. Her voice was soft and delicious like the nightingale’s song. Charlotte was urged on to her life’s construction by a tranquil reasoning passion. Her beauty was like a goddess most godlike. The god of delight seemed to dwell in her soul. The assuring confidence seated on her bosom’s power and cast aside the horror like an enigmatic dream. Charlotte Barker's spirit within herself was self-inspired and had a confidence of hope. She prayed that her yearnings might fall out true and come to fulfillment. Her heart outstripped her mouth and poured forth its jollity. On brightness, composure and hope, her soul in peace unravelled anything to timely purpose. Charlotte’s branches of veins in her cheeks circulated the blood of courage amid strange and outlandish times.
Chapter 2:
Yowling in the black pits where you reel.
People attended at times of Charlotte’s lamentation, often with compassion that endeavoured to comfort her pains. People saw her face as the protector of equanimity. She put her trust in evidence. Charlotte’s pink eye cheered the soul by its enlarging beauty. Countless emanations of love were infused in her heart. The large portion of her feelings treaded the flowing wonder of her heart’s joys. Charlotte’s sincere manners aspired to the height of nobility. The brightened beauty of her face with a divine ray was much-loved by some external swelling of affection.
Chapter 3:
The open-hearth, the blooming-mill, the cranes.
Charlotte’s demeanour had a strong emission of grace. Her temper was sweet like balm, her hair was soft like air, her comportment was gentle like the summer breeze. The juice of an African’s mango moistened her lips. Charlotte’s thoughts uplifted minds to the view of things, in their thick of marvels. Her concern and compassion was so much upon the unsettled souls. Her dreams had wings to fly to unmeasured heights. The whole flame of her heart was so much enkindled by the eyes that radiated love.
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