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SWINDON, APRIL 1st, 1872 Isn’t it funny how life always tests us? How it throws temptations our way, even when we are sure that we have made a firm decision, and nothing can change our mind about it? I spent a calm Easter with my aunt and a day after, life was slowly starting to get back in its old tracks. It wasn’t as busy as usually, because it was still Easter Monday, but there were a few workers at the estate, who didn’t have families of their own yet. My aunt and I are spending the morning in the Billiard room, each of us holding their own book in our hands. I don’t even know what mine is about because my head is filled with thoughts that I can’t brush away. I try to focus, but as I find myself reading the same line for the fifth time, I sigh and close the book. She looks at me wi