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I certainly think these are reasonable interpretations. And, since the Austens were, at least partially, a Naval family, Jane Austen was probably thinking along those lines. And I think Lady Russell gets a lot of criticism she doesn't really deserve. We only have to look as far as Mansfield Park to see an almost identical situation, a lovely, refined young woman falling in love with a dashing mby Jim D. - Tea Room
Shannon, With the occasional trip to other past eras (and other past fictional universes), Mike'll still have access to the machine. So it might be possible. Certainly the occasional letter should be something that could be brought off. Glad you liked the story. Do you think it's worth shopping around to get it published? JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART THIRTY Jane did not, as might be expected, actually faint, now that the crisis was over. But the strength did leave her legs, and she started to collapse to the floor before Michael caught her in his arms, and carried her to another bedroom, where he placed her on the bed. “You want me to see if I can find some wine, or anything else, to revive you.” “Some wine, perhaps,” she said, as craby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Well, Mike was outnumbered, and his acting as though he was totally in control of the situation was, as humorous banter would suggest, was a way of actually trying to take control of the situation. JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
A shortish chapter, but an important one. PART TWENTY-NINE The coachman dropped the book and reached into the pocket of his coat, from which he pulled out a pistol. O’Brian coolly put a bullet into his forehead. “Guess he won’t be pronouncing anyone ‘man and wife’ tonight,” said O’Brian. “You’re supposed to be dead!” said Clifford, or, anyway, the man who had been using his name for about a dby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Karen, It was Sir Gilbert. It's just that "Sir Gilbert" is, in all likelihood, not his real name. JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
I know it's been an unforgivably long time since the last chapter was posted, and I sincerely apologize. A lot of personal stuff got in the way, including other writing assignments (one of which was a short story version of this novel for an anthology of time-traveling mysteries I was invited to submit to. It'll be called Crime Travel. Unfortunately, Triple-P didn't make the final cut). Asideby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Sorry, I've been very busy, which is why I haven't updated in awhile. I would prefer this not be archived, because I'm going to try to get it published when it's finished. Thanks. JIM D.by Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Guys, This Sunday, 28 April, a new sequence starts in the Dick Tracy comic strip titled "The Occam's Razor Case." It's a two-week "fair-play whodunit" (in contrast to the regular type of story usually run in Tracy, which is generally a pursuit in which the villain's identity is known to the audience), that will end on 5 May. And I'm the author! Janet Rudolph, who publishes and edits a magazineby Jim D. - Tea Room
Karen, I should have opened the chapter with a "Challenge to the Reader" a la Ellery Queen back in the day. Of course, since whodunit plots are not my long suit, you might find the clues ridiculously easy. JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART TWENTY-SEVEN The wedding breakfast was being held in the smallish house O’Brian had rented for Mr. and Mrs. Bennet. Since Mary, in her chaperone role, had been staying with Jane, the Bennets’d had the place to themselves, though, since Jane had moved out of her guest house that very morning, Mary would be moving in with her parents for the remainder of their stay in Edinburgh. While not laby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART TWENTY-SIX On the Tuesday following the third reading of the Banns at St. Mary’s Chapel, O’Brian rose very early, took the bath he had prearranged the night before, and dressed in the USMC uniform he’d had Jack Grant bring up with him from London. Grant had brought his own Royal Marines uniform up as well, but he was enjoying a bit of lie-in since the actual ceremony wasn’t until ten. O’Brby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART TWENTY-FIVE As he promised all those weeks ago (weeks ago, subjectively; objectively it was only minutes ago), O’Brian stayed to dinner. Tommy usually ate with his mother, but generally ate away from the main dining room with his nurse when company was dining. Tonight, though, he got the very great treat of being able to share a meal with the company. And, that the company was O’Brian madby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Shannon, Re your comment: > And, as I recall, there's still an evil dude after > Jane... There sure is. And he still has a huge yen for her. And a huge grudge against Mike. JIM D.by Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART TWENTY-FOUR Several weeks later, they were in the sitting room (“living room” Jane remembered) in Michael’s apartment. Jane was wearing the morning dress she wore when she first stepped through the portal into the 21st Century. Michael was dressed in the Regency-era clothes he had worn when he visited her townhouse. It had been an eventful few weeks. A train trip to Chicago. A few dayby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Sorry it's taken so long. Without going into details, real life has been intrusive. And I've had other writing commitments to meet. And, to be honest, I've been a bit blocked on this one, but the logjam seems to have broken, at least to a degree. PART TWENTY-THREE The trip from the Grand Canyon to Los Angeles, mostly on what Michael called “I-40” and “I-15” (which, Jane gathered, were what tby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Shannon, What do you mean? There's no swearing in The Harvey Girls! JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART TWENTY-TWO The next day, O’Brian got up early, and took a cab to a car rental agency, where he rented a large Honda SUV (large for a Honda, anyway). He got back shortly after seven AM. Jane and Ada were already up. “Morning, ladies,” he greeted them. “You both packed?” “Packed?” said Jane. “Are we going someplace?” “We sure are,” said O’Brian. “Clear to the other side of the countrby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
For those of you living in the Chicago area, particularly the West Suburbs, I'll be speaking at Centuries and Sleuths Bookstore, 7419 Madison Ave, Forest Park, IL, on Saturday, 6 October 2018, at 1400 hrs. (2pm for you non-police types). For those of you in Chicago's North Side, or Near North suburbs, on 17 Oct. 2018, at at 1900 hrs. (7pm to civilians), The Book Cellar, 4736-38 N. Lincoln Ave, Cby Jim D. - Tea Room
PART TWENTY-ONE That day was spent doing some more sight-seeing in Washington. This time Michael drove into the city, after what he called “rush hour” had ended. Ada had opted to stay at Michael’s condominium. “Y’all shouldn’t need chaperoning when you’re out in public. You both need some time to yourselves. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Jane. Me, I got some reading I want to catch upby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Who's to say they'll wind up together? The hero and the heroine split at the end of Anthony Hope's The Prisoner of Zenda, and, in the sequel, Rupert of Hentzau, the hero died. Don't get me wrong, I prefer HEA's, but nothing's written in stone here. JIMby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Some of you might have surmised, and quite correctly if you did, that Mike hoped the comic book might nudge Jane into an understanding of the concept of parallel universes. Gardner Fox, the writer who co-created the Flash in 1940, and who orchestrated his 1956 comeback, was also a novelist and short story writer, in a variety of genres, including science fiction. The original scientific theory fby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
I've made one departure, not from Austen, but from what I imagine are common conceptions of how Jane looks, by making her a "strawberry blonde" rather than a honey or golden blonde. After both the 1995 mini-series and the 2005 theatrical feature, the notion of "Jane-as-blonde" is pretty firmly cemented in most of our collective mind's eyes, I suspect. But, as I mentioned earlier, I've always thoby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Kate, Thank you for your comments. Two things I've been thinking about. First, another actress I should've mentioned, Jeanne Crain, circa State Fair and Pinky. Her red hair is too dark, but she has exactly the right kind of delicate features that strike me as Jane-like. Second, I was looking at a scene of Deborah Kerr as the Christian girl who turns the head of a handsome Roman soldier in Quby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Shannon, Her performance was close to the way I see Jane, but, while Susannah Harker is a very beautiful lady, a little less so in terms of looks. Looks-wise, I see Jane as a little more Grace Kelly (without the hauteur she sometimes gives off, e.g. High Society or To Catch a Thief, a bit more like the Quaker newlywed in High Noon), or perhaps a young Deborah Kerr, circa King Solomon's Mines oby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART EIGHTEEN O’Brian awoke at five minutes to six, ahead of his alarm which was set for six AM. He turned the alarm clock off before it rang, disturbing the ladies, stretched, pulled on a robe and went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, relieved, showered, shampooed, shaved, medicated (with the antibiotics he was still taking), his wounds freshly bandaged, he returned to the living room,by Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
Shannon, Sometime in the next few chapters, don;t be surprised if the spend an evening watching a certain 1995 TV serial on the DVD player. JIM D.by Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART SEVENTEEN At Michael’s announcement, Jane began to feel faint. He and Miss Couzzins assisted her to the chair, which turned out to be incredibly comfortable. Michael stayed with her, holding her hand and rubbing her wrist, while Miss Couzzins went beyond the room divider and got a glass out of one of the cupboards. She held it under a spigot on the counter, and turned a knob. Some waterby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
PART SIXTEEN The knocker had been removed from the front door of Mrs. Bingley’s townhouse to discourage callers the day following the Earl’s ball, but the mistress had left strict instructions that Mr. O’Brian was expected, and that, if he called, he was to be admitted. It was close to four in the afternoon, past the normal hours for “morning calls,” when a knock was heard at the door. The footby Jim D. - Derbyshire Writers' Guild
I went to police academy near Livermore, at the Santa Rita facility run by the Alameda County Sheriff's Office. JIM D.by Jim D. - Tea Room