I Am Too Dark In My Heart

I Love Going To London For A Couple Of Days But I Need To Be In The Country. I Like The Silence, The Smell And The Seasonal Changes, Especially In Spring And Summer. I Really Feel That I Belong There.

He Had Taken George, My Beloved George, From Me. And He Had Taken My Other Self: Anne.

We Might, Either Of Us, Be Queen Of England And Yet We'll Always Be Nothing To Our Family.

And – I Think You Know, Don’t You? – That I Love You, Anne.’ I Feel As If I Have Been Living In A Loveless World For Too Long. The Last Tender Face I Saw Was My Father’s When He Sailed For England. ‘you Do? Truly?’ ‘i Do.’ He Rises To His Feet And Pulls Me Up To Stand Beside Him. My Chin Comes To His Shoulder, We Are Both Dainty, Long-limbed, Coltish: Well-matched. I Turn My Face Into His Jacket. ‘will You Marry Me?’ He Whispers. ‘yes,’ I Say.

Good Evening , Sir John. I Hope That You Will Accept A Little Gift From Me.' I Should Be Honored, Your Majesty.' I Want To Give You A Little Carved Stool From My Privy Chambers. A Pretty Little Piece From France. I Hope You Will Like It.' I Should Be Grateful.' It Is For Your Daughter. For Jane. To Sit On. She Seems Not To Have A Seat Of Her Own But She Must Borrow Mine.