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| The day was hot and dry. The sun was in the east, slowly rising to meet the light blue sky. Although the rest of the village was just rising to greet the sun, her day had started when the sky was dark and the stars where dancing with the moon. There was much to do in the grand house she cared for. So much that there weren�t enough hours in the day to get it all done. Jane had cared for this home for many, many years. She watched the children grow older and older with each passing year. The lord and lady of the manner treated her as if she were part of the family. She had a large staff to help her with the daily activities. Jane was only |
| 29 yet she felt much older than that. She had started working for this family when she was but the ripe young age of eight. Her parents had abandoned her at their doorstep and instead of treating her as there own child they treated her as one of the staff. The only woman that would raise her was the cook. Her name was Sara and she had died when Jane was eight-teen. Sara taught her right from wrong and to stand up for what she believed was right. Sara had instilled the morals Jane would need to achieve everything she ever wanted to do. The summer of Jane�s eight-teenth birthday, Sara had been in a terrible accident. She had been thrown from the carriage on the way back from the market and trampled by an on coming carriage. Jane kept Sara�s memory alive by planting several tulips, Sara�s favorite flower, near the site of her tragic death. |