The eleventh day of November in the year of our lord, 1865, evening

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Dear reader

What a day this has been! I realise now that I cannot even leave the bedroom without almost being caught by the police and dragged in a state back to the mansion!

Jack and I stayed in the bedroom all day! We soon realised that we could hardly stay in Cambridge, Mother and Father would have the entire armed forces out soon! It took a while but eventually we came up with a plan. Tomorrow night, I know Mother and Father will leave the mansion to dine with Samuel and his family. When I am sure they have left, I will go back to the mansion and into the kitchens. Then, I will evacuate all the servants and start a fire. When the blaze is enough to surely kill someone, I shall escape from the mansion. The cooks will not see me of course so they will think I did not escape. This will leave me free to escape into the country with Jack without being followed.

This is a risky plan, I know, but it is the only one I have. The only plan we have.

Wish me luck, dear reader, it may be a while before I write again.

Lady Grace Willow

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