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A Magical Letter – Part Fifteen


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With an effort, Wentworth hid his irritation. Was there never a moment of peace for him and Anne?

“What is it, Howard?” he asked the footman whose face bore an agitated expression.

“Sir Walter Elliot and Miss Elliot, sir.”

Wentworth turned to his betrothed with a quizzical look.

“What can your father possibly want with us, darling?”

“I do not know nor care, Frederick. I … I cannot see him after … Frederick, he threw me out on the streets!”

“Stay here, my love. I will go.”

In the hall he found an impatient and highly irritated Sir Walter and an extremely bored Elizabeth. Why did the two of them always come together? It seemed Sir Walter could not do anything without his vain, shallow, eldest daughter at his side.

Sir Walter eyed him crossly and all but barked at him.

“Sir, oblige me and lead me to my daughter. It is of the uttermost importance that I speak with her immediately!”

Wentworth raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“And which daughter would that be, sir? There are two of them residing under this roof at the moment. If it is Anne you wish to see, I am very much afraid I must disappoint you. My future wife refuses to speak with you.”

Sir Walter’s face turned into an ugly shade of beet red.

“Sir! I demand to …”

“Be quiet, sir!”

Wentworth’s thundering voice stopped Sir Walter in his tracks.

“You do not have the right to demand anything of my dear girl anymore, after what you have put her through! Your heartless behaviour nearly killed her!”

Sir Walter’s expression did not even change!

“Whatever do you mean, sir? How dare you make such an offending accusation! I will have you whipped, sir!”

Wentworth closed his eyes in exasperation. This man was impossible! Yet Wentworth knew he must keep his composure lest Sir Walter would have the upper hand.

“Sir, I must ask you to leave this house as we speak. Anne, as I mentioned earlier, has no wish to speak with you. She has been under your loveless treatment for years and it must end here and now. In the future I will make it my most important task to shield her against further heartbreak! Now, go! Leave Anne alone, she does not need you.”

He motioned to Howard, the footman, who stepped forward and pointed a white-gloved hand to the door. Sir Walter eyed him haughtily, then seemed to understand what the gesture meant. His face grew a vivid red and his breathing became faster.

“You are showing me the door? You? How dare you? What, pray tell me, is your position in civilised Society, that you think yourself my equal? I, Sir Walter Elliot of Kellynch Hall, baronet in the service of His Royal Highness, George, Prince of Wales?”

Wentworth’s voice now shook with rage when he answered.

“I, sir, Frederick Wentworth, Captain of HMS Augusta Sophia, sailing for His Majesty King George’s Royal Navy, hereby command you to leave this house now or be thrown out by my footman. You have exactly one minute to oblige, sir, and your time goes in now!”

Elizabeth, who had been bored up until now, let out a gasp of horror. Before Wentworth realised was she was about to do, she ran from the room, crossed the hall and burst into the room where Anne was sitting on the settee.

“Ah, there you are, Anne! Well, let me tell you what a fine scoundrel of a man you have landed yourself with! He insulted Father! He, a nobody and a naval man to boot, had the audacity of telling Father to leave! If you have one shred of decency left in your body, you will act upon it this instant!”


Anne rose, her knees trembling. She took Elizabeth by the wrist and dragged her to the drawing room. There she faced her father and said in a calm, unruffled voice, “Sir, I must order you to leave. You have violated the serenity of this house, which is unforgiveable.”



The Crimson Field 2014

The Crimson Field 2014

 The Crmson Field 2014
Drama, War, Medical
 One of the untold stories of World War 1. Kitty Trevelyan tries to put the past troubles behind her as she joins two other girls to volunteer at one of the busy war hospitals in northern France.

 Richard Clark | David Evans | Thaddeus O’Sullivan
Writer / Screenplay:
 Sarah Phelps
Major Cast:
 Hermione Norris, Oona Chaplin, Richard Rankin
Film Locations:
 Charlton Park, Malmesbury, Wiltshire, England, UK
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Little Boy 2015

Little Boy 2015

 LIttle Boy 2015
 LITTLE BOY is a powerful and moving film about a little boy who is willing to do whatever it takes to bring his dad home from World War II alive. The heartwarming story will capture your heart and lift your spirits as it reveals the indescribable love a little boy has for his father and the love a father has for his son. Set in the 1940s, LITTLE BOY is an instant cinematic classic that captures the wonder of life through the eyes of a 7- year-old little boy. Written and directed by Smithsonian Institute Award winning director Alejandro Monteverde, LITTLE BOY highlights themes of faith, hope and love in the face of adversity.

 Smithsonian Institute Award winning director Alejandro Monteverde
Writer / Screenplay:
 Smithsonian Institute Award winning director Alejandro Monteverde
Major Cast:
Tom Wilkinson,
Jakob Salvati
David Henrie
Kevin James
Emily Watson
Ted Levine
Michael Rapaport
Ali Landry
Ben Chaplin,
Film Locations:
  • Baja Film Studios, Rosarito Beach, Baja California, Mexico
  • Fox Baja Studios, Rosarito, Baja California Norte, Mexico
  • Los Cabos, Baja California Sur, Mexico
    (Rosarito, Baja California, Mexico)
  • Rosarito Beach, Baja California, Mexico
    (Baja Studio)
  • Tijuana, Baja California Norte, Mexico

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In the Heart of the Sea March 13, 2015 (International release date)

In the Heart of the Sea 2015



In the Heart of the Sea is an upcoming biographical thriller film directed by Ron Howard. The film stars Chris Hemsworth, Cillian Murphy, and Tom Holland. It is based on Nathaniel Philbrick‘s 2000 book In the Heart of the Sea, about the sinking of the whaleship Essex. The film is scheduled for release on March 15, 2015.


In 1820, the whaleship Essex is crewed by Captain George Pollard, Jr. (Benjamin Walker), first mate Owen Chase (Chris Hemsworth), second mate Matthew Joy (Cillian Murphy), and cabin boy Thomas Nickerson (Tom Holland). During their voyage, the ship is sunk when it is rammed by a very large and enraged bull sperm whale, ultimately leaving its crew shipwrecked at sea for 90 days more than a thousand miles from land. After the attack, the crew sails for South America and is forced to resort to cannibalism.

Margaret with the Red Book pt 27

Margaret with the Red Book

Margaret with the Red Book

A John Thornton / Margaret Hale Fantasy Novel

After a long discussion with Nicholas about his day, John strolled over to his empty house for the rest of the evening. He saw the cold platter that Cook had left on the table. He poured a glass of wine for himself and headed for the meats and bread. He set his glass down and then went scrounging around for where he had laid his paper this morning. Finding it in its usual spot he collected it, wanting to read while he ate.

It became clear that he was reading the same article over and over because his mind had drifted back to the earlier part of the day. He had enjoyed himself today. John wondered what the future, which he normally saw as dull, would bring him with Amber and Margaret taking their places in his mind. What total opposites they were. Amber was more like the women he would see but she held special memories of days once filled with love. Margaret was like no other woman he had ever met, yet, mystery surrounded her. Mysteries that she thought reflected poorly on her. Did either one of them hold a place in his future happiness? He wanted to see Amber soon. He was anxious to get past the uneasiness that he felt and get on to the feelings they may still have for each other. At the same time, he wanted to penetrate the hard shell that Margaret had encased herself within.



Chapter 12


Over the following week, John spent time in his mills along with Nicholas. He had meetings about the Great Exhibition. He met with the machine manufactures as to what they expected with the four volunteer Masters heading to London to promote their products. It was only a few weeks away now and preparations needed to be made. The manufacturers were already seeing to the volunteer’s hotels, transportation and all expenses conceivable. John and Nicholas needed to schedule a couple meetings with the other two men going. Nicholas was finishing up his plans for the box lunch auction, too. He would talk to John about it soon.

Amber had moved into her furnished seasonal apartment. She was growing desirous of John’s company and her funds were dwindling. Even though she still held a special place in her heart for him, she could not see any other way to get past her difficulties in life. John was definitely the most logical choice all the way around.

Margaret was completing her monthly detailed check list of issues with buildings, people, and funds. No problems, she was glad to report to Katie for the third month. Margaret continued with her book, her research, interviews, and asked at the library how one went about finding a book publisher. She was given a list of publishing houses in London. Grace had returned home to London and had invited Margaret to visit for a few days so they could attend the Exhibition together. Margaret thought perhaps she could check a couple of the publishing firms and get more details. She wondered if the book store could have books on publishing which would better suit her needs now as she wrote and developed a style.

The next morning Margaret set out to the book store. She had visited it several times since coming to Milton and found the owner very helpful and knowledgeable. As she approached the shop she noticed a small sign in the lower right corner window. It seemed the little shop was going to be coming up for sale. Her heart sunk thinking of that. What if developers bought and turned it into some gourmet restaurant or fancy dress shop. She would give anything to save it. All of a sudden she remembered the money that she supposedly had in the Greater Bank of Milton.

As she entered the book shop, the bell over the door gave its little ding-a-ling that a customer had entered. The owner came out from behind the back.

“How are you today, Miss? It is nice to see you back,” said Thomas Davies, the owner.

“I am fine. Thank you for asking. However, I am very disheartened to see that you shall be putting your book shop up for sale. May I ask why?”

Mr. Davies gave Margaret a saddened look. “Miss, I love this store. I love my customers. I have had this place since Milton opened its first mill. I would not be selling it if I could afford the medical payments necessary to keep my wife living. It is strictly for financial reasons.”

“Oh, I am so sorry to hear about your wife. I had no idea. I have never met her, I do not believe,” Margaret said expressing her sympathies.

“I doubt you have met her. She has been bedridden for almost a year now. I am lucky to live over top and have been able to tend to her when she needed me. I only hope the new owner shall permit me to stay on a while longer until I can find a place I can afford.”

“Mr. Davies, I am an avid reader and a beginning writer. I have a great interest in books and I think I should like to talk about buying your shop. I do not have any idea what something like this would cost and I do not know the extent of my finances, but could you remove your sign until we can negotiate. One thing I shall tell you, is that I would like you to stay on and work the store as you always have and keep the apartment over top. In addition to the purchase price, we could agree on a salary while considering you shall have a place to live.”

“Miss . . . ah . . . Miss,” he did not know her name.

“Miss Hale. I am Miss Margaret Hale.”

“Oh, you must be the lady that the noble was looking for a few months back,” he said in a questioning tone.

“Yes, I am she.” That was all Margaret was willing to answer.

“Well . . . Miss Hale, if you are serious about negotiating a sale price, I shall take the sign down now. However, I shall replace it by next week if we have seen no advancement in your offer.

“That is quite agreeable. One condition I do ask is that this remains anonymous for now. I would prefer it if no one knew about me. I shall be back within two days to talk pricing; that would be this coming Monday. You probably have a sum in mind now, but I do not wish to know it yet. I shall research pricing in the area versus the age, size, and condition of the building. Please be prepared to show me your financial ledgers if we come close to agreeing. Until then, I shall calculate your living rental, your salary and building cost. I shall then know your net or gross profit. These shall be important numbers to me. And should we not come to terms, I can promise you that our conversation shall remain between us and will not interfere with your continued attempts to sell your business.”

“Miss Hale, you are amazing with your business prowess and we have an accord.” Mr. Davies walked to the front of the store and removed the paper sign, placing it under his counter. I am most grateful of your offer to let me continue my work and to remain living here. I am sure my price shall reflect your thoughtfulness to our plight. Thank you, Miss Hale.”

“You are welcome. It would be nice to see us both happy. Now, I came in here looking for anything on how to get a book published,” she laughed.

Margaret left the store exhilarated with the idea of owning it. She did not know where she got the nerve to ask but she was proud of the way she handled it. It felt good to make progress in her life. Now, she would head to the bank and see what Lord Robert had left for her. She had not wanted to use his I am sorry money but owning a book store with staff already in place was a dream come true. Even if she turned a modest profit, she still wanted to make it on her own without that income.


John was sitting in his office listening to Nicholas talk about the Exhibition and the charity progress when the post arrived. Nicholas paused while he sorted the post. There appeared to be two personal looking notes for John, so he kept the other business posts. Nicholas completed his final words while walking the post over to John.

John seemed very interested in what he had received so Nicholas decided to look at what else came in until John returned his attention.

John opened the first note. It was from Amber, inviting him to dine at her new apartment this evening. She was now well settled and wanted to have a celebratory first diner with him there. John smiled. He had been waiting a few more days than he had expected before hearing from her. He set that aside intending to answer it immediately and have Branson deliver his response. The second note was addressed to Mr. J. Thornton of Milton. No other mill name or address. The stationary had a light scent to it that was nice. He opened it and read its brief words.


Mr. Thornton,

She is not what she seems. Please look closer into her background before making any permanent changes to your life.                               Regards, A concerned acquaintance.


John checked the postmark . . . London, and most likely female.

“Nicholas, look at this,” John said walking it over to him.

Nicholas read the brief words. “Who is she?

“I have no idea. It could be a hoax.”

“Or a jealous woman,” Nicholas suggested.

“That too, perhaps. Why were not they more specific? In the past two months, I have only been seen with two women, Amber and Margaret. This writer must mean Margaret. She is the mystery lady around here and apparently someone knows about her.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I do not know. What would you do, Nicholas?”

“Having so little information, I would not take it too seriously. It doesn’t appear to have anyone in danger except apparently your heart. What sense do you get from these different women?”

John sighed, thinking what an inconvenience this note brought. “Tonight, I go to Amber’s for diner. That was an invitation in the first note. I must admit I do not feel at ease around her and that has surprised me. As for Margaret, I feel very good around her, but her reluctance to explain the mysteries that surround her have me a bit frustrated. I am sure she is putting herself down and I want to change that and cannot find a way in. There seems to be secrets behind secrets with her. I know she has fallen on hard times, apparently through none of her own doing according to Miss Leeds. There is the noble who was here. I just cannot see investigating her. Yes, she has problems in her past but she doesn’t seem the type to have something dastardly enough for my own objections.”

“Do you feel you could get an honest answer from either one of them if you faced them directly with what appears to be accusations of some sort. And give thought to any of the females going back several months before these two. Yes, it could be just a jealous woman, or someone wanting to really keep you from making a mistake. It could be someone who wants to wreak havoc on one of the ladies for some woman thing. We know we will never understand them. Why do you always get these problems? Do you not wish you still had that second sight?” Nicholas chuckled.

John walked back to his desk chair and plopped in it while reading the note again.

“What are you thinking?” asked Nicholas.

John, deep in his thoughts, rose again from his chair and walked to the window peering out.

“Nicholas, I think there is more of a clue to this since the note originated in London.”

“What is it that gives you some insight?”

“Amber is firmly involved with London. Her family’s home is there now. She just came here from there and like Miss Hale they went to finishing school together in London. Also, that brief talk I had with Miss Hale and her friend while they were dining, there seemed to be reluctance on Miss Hale’s friend when I asked about Amber. I wonder if Miss Hale’s friend is the one who could have written this.”

“Do you think Miss Hale could have put her up to it? There may be no truth in it and Miss Hale just wants to steer you away from her.”

“I do not think Miss Hale even knows that I am seeing her, but I guess anything is possible. I have had to force my attentions on Miss Hale to get her to look at me. Somehow, I do not see her acting with such underhandedness.”

“John, it is only underhanded if it is not true. If it is true and there is some history to Miss Amber Haddon, than you should be grateful. I do not know what to tell you to do. It is another mystery in your life, that’s for sure.”

“I am not close enough to either woman to know my own heart yet, therefore I shall not be committing myself to either one. I should think I am safe from a bad decision for a while. That should give me time to figure it out on my own. I shall not do the dishonor of having either one investigated. That is reprehensible to me. I shall seek this information out on my own.”

“Just make sure your brain does the investigating,” Nicholas teased knowing how men fall too easily into making decisions based on lust.

“You really do not have to tell me that,” John said, not seeing the smile on Nicholas’ face at first. Looking over at his friend, he laughed. “I am sure, as you have always told me, that I have plenty of experience there. Look at all the lustful women I have left behind, knowing in this head,” John said, pointing to his forehead, “which one was right for me.” The older I get the more my heart, brain and soul want to kick in and give me their opinion. I am no longer totally ruled by my nether region. Now, mind you, I said totally.” John laughed.

John looked down at the note once more, not reading it this time but being thankful to have a friend such as Nicholas where he could talk this open.


Margaret arrived at the Greater Bank of Milton. She looked around, never having been in this large impressive building and spotted a reception desk. Feeling nervous as she approached, she had no idea how she would proceed.

“Hello, how can I help you,” came a greeting.

Margaret spotted a name plate. “Good day, Mr. Warren. I am somewhat at a loss on how to proceed. I believe there may have been an account opened up in my name in this bank. Can you help me find out if that is true?”

“Yes, Miss. Please have a seat. Now, what is your name?”

“Miss Margaret Hale.”

Warren flipped through his account index searching for the name. Pulling out a card, he said, “It appears here that I am to ask you two questions. If you know the answer to them, we can proceed. I must admit, I have never handled an account with such provisions attached to it. Are you willing to answer these two questions?”

“Yes, of course. Please continue,” Margaret replied.

“All right. Tell me the name of your last school you attended?”

“That would be LAWS. I am sorry. That would be the Lady’s Academy of Women’s Studies.” In her mind, Margaret uttered, “Ladies Forever, Hurrah!”

“Your second question, Miss Hale is rather personal, I think but I must ask it. Who was the gentleman that you last danced with at the last ball at your school?”

“That gentleman, and that he was, was Trevor Tennant.”

“Thank you, Miss Hale. This account now instructs me to have you meet with the Bank President. Please wait, while I see him.”

Margaret was starting to tremble. She had not expected such intrigue, but placated herself understanding his Lordship’s legal team would have taken every precaution.

“Miss Hale, would you follow me?”

Margaret rose and was escorted down several corridors and through an office with a secretary, she supposed. Mr. Warren tapped lightly on the heavy mahogany door and waited to be summoned inside.

“Enter,” came a deep voice.

Mr. Warren opened the door, encouraged Margaret through it and then closed it quietly behind her.

“Good day, Miss Hale,” said the voice as the man came from around his desk to extend his hand in greeting. I am Mr. Goldstein, president of this bank. I have been most anxious to meet you. I am surprised you have waited this long to come to us.”

Margaret was rather speechless at the moment. It seemed too ceremonial just to know what was in her account. “Good day to you, too, Mr. Goldstein. I am quite taken aback by this intrigue of a simple bank account.”

“Miss Hale, undoubtedly you do not know the nature of your account and it is far from simple. I must say that we are very happy to be handling your funds and I hope you shall come to me should you have any questions or issues with this bank. We shall serve you well. Please, take a seat,” as he indicated the chair in front of his desk.

Margaret now trying to control her shakes noticed that Mr. Goldstein did not produce a card such as Mr. Warren had, but instead produced a ledger of her account. Margaret audibly gasped.

“Are you well, Miss Hale?”

“Honestly, I do not know yet. I have become quite nervous. Your actions, since my arriving here, have exceeded my expectations.”

Mr. Goldstein flipped the ledger open being well aware of the pages he needed to start with. “As you know, a noble who shall remain nameless has opened an account for you. I do not know the circumstances of why but I am sure you do. If you do not, I have his legal representation that I can contact.”

“Yes, I know the reasons.” Margaret responded timidly, wondering what the banker must be thinking.

“Let us proceed than.” Mr. Goldstein was running his fingers down the page looking at figures.

Margaret heard him mumble, “Ten thousand pounds,” while still looking over the page.

Margaret blurted out, “Ten thousand pounds!” That is a ridiculously large sum for a gift. Margaret looked down at her hands wondering why he was that generous. He must have sorely needed to rinse his soul. Her hands twisted in her lap, as she thought the amount could last her many life times. It was not just an amount to get by on.

“Miss Hale, I am sorry to have excited you so, but you misunderstand.”

Margaret visibly relaxed back in the chair feeling better that there was a mistake in that number. Thank you Mr. Goldstein, I was embarrassed with that amount for a moment.”

Margaret heard him shout for his secretary.

“Yes, sir?” the secretary said as he opened the office door.

“Could you bring Miss Hale a glass of water?”

“Mr. Goldstein, I admit this has been a very large shock but the water is unnecessary.”

“Oh, but I think it is. You are most pale, m’lady, and there is more to tell you.”

Margaret had never been called m’lady before. The banker must think she’s from nobility herself. She was handed the water, sipped it and rested the glass on the president’s desk.

Watching until his secretary had left the room Mr. Goldstein cleared his throat, looked at Margaret and continued.

“Are you willing for me to continue, Miss Hale?”

“Yes, I believe I am.”

“I can certainly understand your surprise as I was also surprised when this came to our attention.”

Margaret waited patiently, although what more could he tell her, she wondered.

“Miss Hale, you did hear me correctly when I said ten thousand pounds, however, I need to further add that the ten thousand pounds is the interest alone that has been accumulated.”

Margaret went into shock. “W-H-A-T . . . what did you say?

“Miss Hale, I am telling you that you are an extremely wealthy woman.”

“There has to be some mistake. Some mistake in the paper work somewhere. Certainly a few zero’s have been added in error. This cannot possibly be.”

“Miss Hale, I have over two hundred thousand pounds in gold setting in my vault at this time and it has your name on it. And to further add to your disbelief, you shall receive an additional stipend of ten thousand pounds per annum.”

Margaret closed her eyes and drifted to the side of her chair.

Mr. Goldstein hopped up to fan her while calling his secretary. “Bring the smelling salts, I had a feeling this day would come.”

After some administration by both the president and his secretary, Margaret was revived but barely coherent.

“Miss Hale . . . Miss Hale . . .” Margaret heard through the haze and fog.

“Where am I?”

“Miss Hale, I am afraid you have suffered a wonderful discovery.”

Things slowly began to clear and she was so stunned she could not speak.

“Miss Hale, please rest. Is there anyone, I can call for you?”

Margaret immediately thought of John and blurted out his name unwillingly. “John Thornton.”

The secretary had disappeared before Margaret realized what she had said. It was too late to counter her request.

“Miss Hale, how are you feeling?”

“I do not know. Am I dreaming? Are you real? Are you sure you are correct? If I could have imagined a gift in my wildest dreams, it would never come close to this. This is far far beyond my destroyed reputation that he caused,” she uttered, not knowing what she was saying.

The banker was the utmost of discretion. “Miss Hale, I think you had better just sit back and not speak. I am afraid you are telling me private matters that you shall wish you had not. Of course, they shall go no further than myself, but I do fear hearing more.”

Mr. Goldstein sat beside her watching for any further signs of distress. She was staring long and hard out the window, totally devoid of thought, he imagined.

Eventually he heard voices and the loud fast pace of boots coming across the hard wood floors towards his office.

“Good day, Mr. Goldstein,” John said as he squatted down next to Margaret. “What has happened? She appears to be in shock.”

“I think you are correct, Mr. Thornton. When I asked who I could call she spoke your name. I am not all too sure that she meant to.”

“I am glad she did. I am taking her to Donaldson immediately. Can you tell me how this happened?”

“I am only permitted to tell you that she received some news from me and now you see her.”

“That’s all you can say? Can I know if it was good news or bad? That could make a difference in her immediate treatment until she is ready to speak.”

“I wish I could, Mr. Thornton,” Mr. Goldstein said, showing no expression on his face. “If the doctor thinks her condition is critical have him send for me, and I shall discuss this with him. He has patient confidentiality as I do, you understand.”

“Yes, I understand.” John tried to get Margaret to her feet but it was going to be an impossible task to get her to walk that far. He whisked her up into his arms, watching her eyes close again and carried her through the long corridors and the main part of the bank. Branson seeing this immediately whipped his team lightly to the front of the building.

The Legend of 1900 (1998)

The Legend of 1900 (1998)

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 The Legend of 1900  (1998)
 1900  Edwardian Period
 Drama, Music
 On the 1st of January in 1900, Danny Boodmann (Bill Nunn), the mechanic of the transatlantic liner Virginian bound for America, finds an abandoned baby on board and decides to keep him. Nicknamed Novecento (1900), the boy grows up on the ship hidden from everyone. His presence is revealed when Danny dies in an accident. The young ‘1900’ manages to hide again despite threats from the captain. Discovering a passion for music, he teaches himself to play the piano without being able to read the notes, and he soon becomes a virtuoso whose reputation spreads beyond the confines of the ship. Even the famous jazz piano player, Jelly Roll Morton (Clarence Williams III), gets on board for a challenge because he has heard rumors about the greatest piano player in the world living on a ship. The story is told by Max Tooney, Novocento’s old trumpeter friend, who reminisces about the incredible pianist who never set foot on land.



 Giuseppe Tornatore
Writer / Screenplay:
 Giuseppe Tornatore
Based on     Novecento by Alessandro Baricco
Major Cast:
 Tim Roth
Pruitt Taylor Vince
Mélanie Thierry
Bill Nunn
Clarence Williams III
Film Locations:
  • Cinecittà Studios, Cinecittà, Rome, Lazio, Italy
  • Fratelli Cartocci srl, Rome, Lazio, Italy
  • Odessa, Ukraine
  • Rome, Lazio, Italy
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@ 2015

A Magical Letter – Part Fourteen



Fourteen – An Appeal to the Conscience

Wentworth and the Admiral had not long gone when the footman announced another visitor to Anne and Sophie. Both ladies had been wondering how Frederick would go about enticing Charles Musgrove to taking his wife back. They agreed it would not go smoothly, for Society did not take kindly to a woman who left her husband on her own accord. Charles had every right of banishing her from her home, taking her children away from her, and divorcing her without a single penny to her name.


Charles Musgrove hurried into the room and bowed.

“Mrs Croft, I am extremely sorry to burst into your drawing room so rudely but I have to speak with my sister-in-law at once. In private, if you please?”

“Well, I am sure …”, Frederick’s sister hesitated.

Anne laid her hand on Sophie’s arm and reassured her it was perfectly proper for her to talk to Mary’s husband without a chaperone. Sophie withdrew, and Anne bid Charles to take a seat.

He settled himself on the settee opposite hers.

“My dear Anne,” Charles began, “I take it Mary is here? With the children?”

“Yes, Charles, she is. She is resting now, and the children are being cared for by their nanny.”

Anne leaned forward and looked at Charles in a pleading manner.

“Charles, what has happened? Why is it that Mary is in such a fine state of uproar? Is something wrong with her health, or with the baby’s?”

Charles’s good-natured face clouded, and he looked away from Anne’s enquiring gaze.


“Your sister is making a mountain out of a molehill, Anne. She always does so. You know that she does!”

The last words were said with vehemence and impatience, and Anne startled. She knew Charles to be a placid, quiet man who seldom raised his voice but now he seemed in an uproar. So Anne waited for him to unburden himself.

“Anne , you must help me in this! It is that … I am afraid that … well, Mary has … blast, this is so difficult!”

“Take your time, Charles.”

“I need you to convince her to come back home, I am sure she will listen to you! You know, she … she saw …”

The drawing room door burst open, and a flushed Mary was standing on the threshold.

“I saw him kissing one of the maids, that is what! He was cheating on me, his lawfully wedded wife, the mother of his children! And me pregnant and ill!”

She stormed towards him, poking a finger into his chest and snapping at him.

“I will never forgive you for this, Charles! I want a divorce and I want …”

“Mary, Mary, calm down! Come and sit down, you are not well!”

Anne managed to get her sister into a chair whereupon Mary burst out in tears. She sat there, so forlornly, that Anne felt a stab of compassion for her unfortunate and – alas- harebrained younger sister.

When right after that Sophie entered, Anne took her aside and whispered, “Will you stay with her for a moment, Sophie? I want to speak with Charles alone.”

Frederick’s sister nodded and Anne took Charles by the arm and led him to the Admiral’s study.

“I am listening, Charles. Is it true? Are you cheating on Mary?”

“Yes .. no! That is … I did kiss Ginny but … confound it, Anne … I was … oh, I cannot explain this to you, Anne! You are still unmarried and you would not understand!”

“I do understand, Charles, but I do not approve. Mary is in no condition to grant you your dues as her husband and you … you just grew impatient. Do you realise that you have hurt her deeply, Charles? Was it so difficult for you to curb your … needs?”

Charles’s jaw dropped, just dropped! He could never have imagined that his maiden sister-in-law could see through him like she had just done. How did she know all this? Unless …

“You speak so rashly about things that you should not yet know of! How come, Anne?”

Charles eyed her in a suspicious manner and then, the expression on his face turned to very ugly, all of a sudden. Anne blanched as she realised what he meant!

“Is it true what the rumours are saying, that you have been … deflowered by the devilish Mr Elliot?”

“You will not speak such words to my future wife, sir, or you will have to answer to me!”

Frederick! Thank Heaven! Anne breathed out in relief at seeing her betrothed standing on the threshold. His handsome face was livid with rage, and he was barely keeping himself from trashing Charles Musgrove then and there.

“Wentworth! I did not mean to …”

“Sir, it would be better for you if you departed from this house this instant.”

His voice was like ice, and Anne saw he was trembling with the effort of keeping his hands to himself.

“But … my wife! I cannot go without her, Wentworth! Surely you must understand that!”

“You will go, sir! Your family is to be remain here under my care, and I will see to it that all their needs are provided for. When we have agreed upon a solution, we will inform you of it.”

“Please, Charles, do as Frederick says. It will all be resolved within a few days.”

Reluctantly Anne’s brother-in-law went out when the footman came to summon him away. Anne hastened to take Frederick’s hand in hers.

“Dearest, do not upset yourself over this matter, I beg you. My sister Mary always manages to put herself into some kind of trouble, yet always the trouble resolves itself. Unfortunately not before she has put the entire household into shambles with her whining and complaining.”

“Anne, this … this scoundrel has had dealings with a maid in front of his wife and possibly the rest of the household! It is unforgiveable. Moreover, his poor wife is pregnant and unwell. He should cherish her and care for her instead of frolicking with other women. God! To think I have been hunting with him so many a time! Had I but known!”

Wentworth took hold of her shoulders and pulled her to him. He buried his face into her lovely hair and said, “He insulted you, my love. I do not know if I can ever forgive him for that.” His voice broke with emotion, and Anne touched his face in a infinitively tender gesture.

“My sweet love, it is of no consequence. You do not think of me as he and the rest of the world do. So I am not insulted. Do not fret about it and for sure, do not break up your friendship with Charles. It is not worth it.”

“Do you even know how much I love you?”, Wentworth whispered, gazing deep into her eyes. He lowered his face to kiss her, a tender, sweet kiss at first but deepening as he tasted the nectar of her mouth, the softness of her lips, her shyly probing tongue. His longing for more made him hold her even closer, and she responded to this by pressing her slender body against the solid mass of his chest. God! How passionate she was, Wentworth thought.

A forceful, loud knock on the drawing room door made them jump apart in guilty haste!



The Outsider 2002

The Outsider 2002


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 The Outsider 2002
 Late 19th Century
 Western, Montana
 A western love story revolving around the forbidden love between a young widow from a Mennonite-like religious group and a cold-blooded gunslinger whom she takes into her home after he is wounded.

 Randa Haines
Writer / Screenplay:
 Penelope Williamson (book)
Jenny Wingfield (teleplay)
Major Cast:
 Timothy Daly,
Naomi Watts
Film Locations:
 Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia

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