Another Story Attempt

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Disclaimer: I have no interest in keeping Stephenie Meyer's characters to my utilizing; I do not like them in her methods and that is speciafically why I decided to make alterations of my own.

Warning: Certain repeating and unecessary babbling may, perforce, provoke a great many readers.

Title: Isabella and the Madman: Safdar's Tribute to Love

Author: Amnis

Proem:

If you love, everything is forbidden. Accordingly, every story written to express admiration of love must end tragically. I type the following to prove my theory.

“I pass by these walls, the walls of Layla

And I kiss this wall and that wall

It’s not Love of the houses that has taken my heart

But of the One who dwells in those houses”

Qays ibn al-Mulawwah.

May I add that he, too, died in love.

Part 1

The Enigmatic Escape

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An Ecstatic Aunt Esme

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The Rocking Chair that Caused the Sister-in-law Blisters

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Chapter I

Paris is lively tonight. I know it is the fourteenth of July, however, it is not the Bastille Day that I know.

It is not Bastille Day at all, I conlude, for tonight Mother is sitting in a fastened box, and Elizabeth's evil spells have maddened her to such extent that I fear that she will not be returning, to her born child, to Alice and I.

I feel the wood underneath me, I feel the slightness of my bone and the silk of my garment. It almost seems as if I have grown thinner in the little time since Elizabeth's departing.

Carlisle has yet to come from his study. I fear that I shall have to tell him, I am frightened - so frightened of the embittered state he should be in when I do. I am certain he will grow so resentful of me that he shall have me out of this house, without even a last glimpse of my own neice.

My feet thrust...

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...d with a gracious smile, you have your books, Esme, dear.

Carlisle married her out of luck, I imagine, that those men are there still, awaiting my sister's arrival and hand, how foolish I think they are.

She is only twenty-four and marriage should only be successful. Knowing that with her high tastes she will not leave the remaining will to future spending my suspician is that she will opt for a much older man, one who shall leave behind, after his demise, a great sum of money for her to keep. Then, she shall have another, and another till she has gotten to such a senile age herself and falls into her own trap.

How foolish are those men, whom by the sum I envied before. How foolish they must be, I almost think a sorrowful laugh is fit at their stupidity - for Elizabeth has had an affair!

I've almost fallen asleep, amd while I sink into my unstressed somnlence.

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