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North and South - the epilogues

Well hi there! If you are here that means you decided to read our little epilogues. Both Katie and I have had them written for a while now.

As you can see, they are quite lengthy - thus the direction to come here. Hopefully you will enjoy our little attempts at our own final ending.

Katie goes first because she had hers written first.

“Down Goes the Shade and Out Comes the Cravat”

By: Katie

As the train rode off in the distance, Margaret glanced out the window. She was trying her hardest not to smile too much, or give into the temptation to wrap her arms around Mr. Thorn-; well he was John to her now.

Her dearest John.

She could feel his eyes on her and turned back to look at him. John’s smile was broad and his eyes were sparkling. He looked so happy! Margaret could not help it and had to smile back in return.

Before she could speak, John reached down, took her hand and kissed it the same way he had done earlier on the bench at the train station. She sighed and closed her eyes. After a few seconds she felt John rub his nose against her cheek. The he rubbed his cheek against her own.

“Margaret” he said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with great love. “Yes, J-John.” She stuttered over his Christian name feeling unsure, so unlike herself.

John chuckled softly. “I love saying your name out loud… Margaret. I have whispered it to myself when no one else is around, late at night.”

Margaret was speechless at first but than an impish look came over her face. “Is that all you were doing late at night?” She asked innocently.

John laughed a bit louder this time. “Oh my dear, if you only knew.” And with that he gave her another passionate and intense kiss, much like the one they shared at the station.

Margaret joined in, trying to hold back her moans. She didn’t want anyone else to hear and investigate. This was her private time with the one man she would spend the rest of her life loving and making sure he smiled everyday. She reached up blindly to caress his neck. “I love you.”

John in turn sighed. “And I love you my Darling Margaret.”

After a few heartbeats they began kissing again. Finally, they broke their kiss, but still held each other close rubbing their cheeks against each others.

Margret licked her lips. “John.” She said this time without stuttering. “I have noticed you are not wearing your cravat.”

John pulled back a bit and placed his hand over Margret’s, that lying on his shoulder. “I have worn one for so long that I have never thought twice about it. But as I rushed to find you, I felt free, more so than ever before and took it off. Just feeling your caress against my skin is enough reward.”

Margaret gave John a sweet kiss on his cheek. “So, no more cravats for you, sir?” She asked.

John reached down into his pants pocket and took out what looked like a cravat. They both chuckled as he placed it in his lap.

“There are other things one can do with a cravat rather than just wear it around one’s neck.” He stated as his eyes grew a bit more heated.

Margaret looked at him a bit confused. “Oh really?”

John moved in even closer and slowly twined the piece of linen around Margaret’s hands. He whispered softly in her ear. Margaret gasped over his words and started to blush. John sat there with a small smile on his face. Margaret glanced down at the cravat in her hands for a moment and then looked up at the man she trusted with her life.

“Show me.” Was all she said and sat back more comfortably in the seat. John didn’t say a word as he slowly started to unbutton the top of Margaret’s dress. But before he reached the second button, she halted his progress. She reached over to pull the shade down over the window and as John caught on; he quickly reached over to the shade and pulled it down over the glass to their compartment door.

As the train carried on, no one walked by where John and Margaret where sitting. If they had they would have heard laughing and some small male and female moans for the remainder of the ride towards their future as man and wife.

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As you can see - I'm a bit wordier!

He felt a brief gentle shake on his shoulder.

“Not yet” he thought. “I’m not ready to wake up yet.”

He had been dreaming and in the time between sleep and waking he remembered it. He’d traveled to Helstone to see where Margaret had lived; to see why it was so important to her. Although he knew he’d never see her again, he just had to see where she came from. Then remarkably, in a way that broke all coincidences, his train back to Milton had stopped for a brief while and he had looked up and there she was, looking at him with hope in her eyes. He clung to the remnants of the dream when she offered him her business proposal, though he hadn’t really listened. Instead he was in awe that Margaret, the woman who had held his heart for so long, was back in his life, willing to help him. What had really caught his attention was her hesitant manner. He had thought for so long that she despised him, yet she had seemed so unsure of herself and almost vulnerable.

He had kissed her he recalled, and he didn’t want that dream to fade.

“Mr. Thornton,” came a quiet voice along with another gentle shake. We have arrived in Milton.”

He opened his eyes this time and looked beside him and smiled down at her. He realized it hadn’t been a dream after all. He really was with Margaret. She had come with him back to Milton. This woman he had such a longing for; her passion even when it differed from his own, the way she lit up a room just by being in it. His Margaret. That’s the way he thought of her even though he had assumed she would never really be his. But now it seemed there might be a chance, just a slight chance, but he had seen something different in her.

They needed to talk, but not here. He needed to talk to her alone.

As they made their way through the mill yard and into Mr. Thornton’s house, Margaret was still tingling from that kiss they had shared at the station. Mr. Thornton had always seemed such a strong and passionate man, yet his kiss had been so tender, so touching. She had felt treasured by it. But now where did they go from here? She knew she had some explaining to do, to clear up the misunderstandings that seemed to define their relationship.

As Mr. Thornton opened the door, Hannah stood in the entrance, her usual stern countenance in place once she noticed Margaret.

“John, your back” she spoke and Margaret could see the relief in her eyes.

“Miss Hale,” she nodded briefly. “You have also returned I see.”

She had the usual stern expression on her face she usually did when Margaret was around.

“Yes, Mother, John replied. “Miss Hale and I encountered each other at the train station. She has a business proposition.”

“By all means,” his mother answered, her eyebrows slightly raised as if wondering what Margaret had planned. “Let us hear it then,”

“You will Mother, but first Miss Hale and I have something personal to discuss.”

Margaret could only imagine how John’s mother took that statement as he escorted her to his office and closed the door.

“Well now,” he said as he leaned on the desk, his arms crossed. Although he wasn’t smiling, Margaret could detect a lightness in his eyes she seldom saw.

“Mr. Thornton,” she started

“John.” he interrupted. “I think we can probably use first names now.”

“John,” she tried again as she could feel her cheeks warming. “I don’t know how to put this other than to just say it. I haven’t been entirely truthful or forthcoming with you on a number of things. First of all, that young man you saw me with at the train station…”

“Was your brother,” he finished.

“You know,” came her reply. “And I did ask Mr. Bell not to say anything.”

“It wasn’t Mr. Bell. It was Higgins who told me about him.”

“Higgins,” she said startled. “How did Higgins know about Frederick?”

“From Mary,” he answered.

“Oh, of course,” she said as understanding dawned. Mary had been to their home when Frederick was there to help Dixon.

“Well, I’m glad you know. I didn’t like you thinking bad of me, but I couldn’t endanger Frederick while he was still in the country. And once he left, well it seemed to late to try and explain.”

A slight smile appeared on his face. As he was a man who seldom smiled, those rare times he did, his whole demeanor was changed, just as it had at the train station.

“I’m glad I know also,” he said, the smile deepening. “It explains many things. But you said there were a number of things. What else do you want to clear up?”

He tilted his head slightly, uncrossed his arms and leaned them against the desk in a slightly more relaxed pose. Margaret tried to marshal her thoughts. This was going to be harder than she realized.

“Well,” she started. She didn’t know if she would be able to explain things to him as she wasn’t sure what to say and how to put it. She knew now how deeply she had hurt him and was hesitant to bring up such a painful memory.

“Mr. Thornton,”

“John,” he interrupted again, his smile growing deeper.

“John,” she said taking a deep breath. “That day, after the rioting at Marlborough Mills, when you came to seem me.”

His smile began to fade.

“I lied,” she continued quickly. “I lied when I said I was offended. You see, I thought you were proposing out of a sense of obligation, that you didn’t really have feelings for me. I didn’t want you to offer for that reason.”

“Miss Hale, Margaret” Mr. Thornton started to say.

“No, please, let me finish. You see, I said I did not like you. That was a lie. I liked you very much indeed. In fact that doesn’t really explain my feeling either very well. You confused me. I didn’t know what my feelings were. But I do know that I thought of you often, very often, and when I did,” at this point she turned around and walked towards the window, unable to look at him. “They were very strong.”

“Margaret,” he said leaving the desk and walking towards her.

He gently put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around looking down at her.

“Look at me. And do you know now what those feeling were?”

She looked down at first and then up into his dear face; the face that had haunted her for so long,

“Yes, I do know now. And they have only grown over time. Those feeling are love John. I love you. I love you for the man you are, for your passion, for your honesty and for your compassion. I love you because you care about people. I didn’t understand that at first, but now I do. I love you because you lied for me to the police. I love you because you hired Nicholas because I told him to come to you. I love you because you sought out my father and you were such a good friend to him. I love you because you are an honourable man and one I am proud to know. I love you and I hope that you will offer again because my answer this time will be different. I know I hurt you before but I didn’t understand that you loved me and I hope that somewhere you still do have feelings.

His hands that were holding her shoulders suddenly went to her hair and his face lowered, his lips on hers. If the kiss they had shared on the train platform made her tingle, this one did so much more. This one was full of passion. This one was deep and she felt her knees weakening. Where before his kisses had been gentle, sweet, short, this one was intense and lingering and oh so wonderful. Her arms lifted and reached around his neck and curled in the back of his hair. He angled his head for a different approach. Margaret moaned at the lushness of his lips against hers.

John slowly lifted and looked down at Margaret. Both shared a look of the same awe.

“I should tell you,” he whispered to her. “I lied to.”

“About what?” Margaret could barely get out,

“My foolish passion. I’m not over it. I will never be over it. I love you Margaret and I’ll ask you again. Will you have me? Will you marry me Margaret? For I don’t think my life will be complete without you.

Hannah Thornton was pacing back and forth outside John's office. They had been in there long enough she was thinking when she heard something she hadn’t heard in years. She heard the sound of John’s laughter filtering from the room.

Maybe Margaret wouldn’t be so bad as a daughter after all she thought with a very slight smile/

So You Think You Can Dance

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North and South - the epilogues

Well hi there! If you are here that means you decided to read our little epilogues. Both Katie and I have had them written for a while now.

As you can see, they are quite lengthy - thus the direction to come here. Hopefully you will enjoy our little attempts at our own final ending.

Katie goes first because she had hers written first.

“Down Goes the Shade and Out Comes the Cravat”

By: Katie

As the train rode off in the distance, Margaret glanced out the window. She was trying her hardest not to smile too much, or give into the temptation to wrap her arms around Mr. Thorn-; well he was John to her now.

Her dearest John.

She could feel his eyes on her and turned back to look at him. John’s smile was broad and his eyes were sparkling. He looked so happy! Margaret could not help it and had to smile back in return.

Before she could speak, John reached down, took her hand and kissed it the same way he had done earlier on the bench at the train station. She sighed and closed her eyes. After a few seconds she felt John rub his nose against her cheek. The he rubbed his cheek against her own.

“Margaret” he said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at him with great love. “Yes, J-John.” She stuttered over his Christian name feeling unsure, so unlike herself.

John chuckled softly. “I love saying your name out loud… Margaret. I have whispered it to myself when no one else is around, late at night.”

Margaret was speechless at first but than an impish look came over her face. “Is that all you were doing late at night?” She asked innocently.

John laughed a bit louder this time. “Oh my dear, if you only knew.” And with that he gave her another passionate and intense kiss, much like the one they shared at the station.

Margaret joined in, trying to hold back her moans. She didn’t want anyone else to hear and investigate. This was her private time with the one man she would spend the rest of her life loving and making sure he smiled everyday. She reached up blindly to caress his neck. “I love you.”

John in turn sighed. “And I love you my Darling Margaret.”

After a few heartbeats they began kissing again. Finally, they broke their kiss, but still held each other close rubbing their cheeks against each others.

Margret licked her lips. “John.” She said this time without stuttering. “I have noticed you are not wearing your cravat.”

John pulled back a bit and placed his hand over Margret’s, that lying on his shoulder. “I have worn one for so long that I have never thought twice about it. But as I rushed to find you, I felt free, more so than ever before and took it off. Just feeling your caress against my skin is enough reward.”

Margaret gave John a sweet kiss on his cheek. “So, no more cravats for you, sir?” She asked.

John reached down into his pants pocket and took out what looked like a cravat. They both chuckled as he placed it in his lap.

“There are other things one can do with a cravat rather than just wear it around one’s neck.” He stated as his eyes grew a bit more heated.

Margaret looked at him a bit confused. “Oh really?”

John moved in even closer and slowly twined the piece of linen around Margaret’s hands. He whispered softly in her ear. Margaret gasped over his words and started to blush. John sat there with a small smile on his face. Margaret glanced down at the cravat in her hands for a moment and then looked up at the man she trusted with her life.

“Show me.” Was all she said and sat back more comfortably in the seat. John didn’t say a word as he slowly started to unbutton the top of Margaret’s dress. But before he reached the second button, she halted his progress. She reached over to pull the shade down over the window and as John caught on; he quickly reached over to the shade and pulled it down over the glass to their compartment door.

As the train carried on, no one walked by where John and Margaret where sitting. If they had they would have heard laughing and some small male and female moans for the remainder of the ride towards their future as man and wife.

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As you can see - I'm a bit wordier!

He felt a brief gentle shake on his shoulder.

“Not yet” he thought. “I’m not ready to wake up yet.”

He had been dreaming and in the time between sleep and waking he remembered it. He’d traveled to Helstone to see where Margaret had lived; to see why it was so important to her. Although he knew he’d never see her again, he just had to see where she came from. Then remarkably, in a way that broke all coincidences, his train back to Milton had stopped for a brief while and he had looked up and there she was, looking at him with hope in her eyes. He clung to the remnants of the dream when she offered him her business proposal, though he hadn’t really listened. Instead he was in awe that Margaret, the woman who had held his heart for so long, was back in his life, willing to help him. What had really caught his attention was her hesitant manner. He had thought for so long that she despised him, yet she had seemed so unsure of herself and almost vulnerable.

He had kissed her he recalled, and he didn’t want that dream to fade.

“Mr. Thornton,” came a quiet voice along with another gentle shake. We have arrived in Milton.”

He opened his eyes this time and looked beside him and smiled down at her. He realized it hadn’t been a dream after all. He really was with Margaret. She had come with him back to Milton. This woman he had such a longing for; her passion even when it differed from his own, the way she lit up a room just by being in it. His Margaret. That’s the way he thought of her even though he had assumed she would never really be his. But now it seemed there might be a chance, just a slight chance, but he had seen something different in her.

They needed to talk, but not here. He needed to talk to her alone.

As they made their way through the mill yard and into Mr. Thornton’s house, Margaret was still tingling from that kiss they had shared at the station. Mr. Thornton had always seemed such a strong and passionate man, yet his kiss had been so tender, so touching. She had felt treasured by it. But now where did they go from here? She knew she had some explaining to do, to clear up the misunderstandings that seemed to define their relationship.

As Mr. Thornton opened the door, Hannah stood in the entrance, her usual stern countenance in place once she noticed Margaret.

“John, your back” she spoke and Margaret could see the relief in her eyes.

“Miss Hale,” she nodded briefly. “You have also returned I see.”

She had the usual stern expression on her face she usually did when Margaret was around.

“Yes, Mother, John replied. “Miss Hale and I encountered each other at the train station. She has a business proposition.”

“By all means,” his mother answered, her eyebrows slightly raised as if wondering what Margaret had planned. “Let us hear it then,”

“You will Mother, but first Miss Hale and I have something personal to discuss.”

Margaret could only imagine how John’s mother took that statement as he escorted her to his office and closed the door.

“Well now,” he said as he leaned on the desk, his arms crossed. Although he wasn’t smiling, Margaret could detect a lightness in his eyes she seldom saw.

“Mr. Thornton,” she started

“John.” he interrupted. “I think we can probably use first names now.”

“John,” she tried again as she could feel her cheeks warming. “I don’t know how to put this other than to just say it. I haven’t been entirely truthful or forthcoming with you on a number of things. First of all, that young man you saw me with at the train station…”

“Was your brother,” he finished.

“You know,” came her reply. “And I did ask Mr. Bell not to say anything.”

“It wasn’t Mr. Bell. It was Higgins who told me about him.”

“Higgins,” she said startled. “How did Higgins know about Frederick?”

“From Mary,” he answered.

“Oh, of course,” she said as understanding dawned. Mary had been to their home when Frederick was there to help Dixon.

“Well, I’m glad you know. I didn’t like you thinking bad of me, but I couldn’t endanger Frederick while he was still in the country. And once he left, well it seemed to late to try and explain.”

A slight smile appeared on his face. As he was a man who seldom smiled, those rare times he did, his whole demeanor was changed, just as it had at the train station.

“I’m glad I know also,” he said, the smile deepening. “It explains many things. But you said there were a number of things. What else do you want to clear up?”

He tilted his head slightly, uncrossed his arms and leaned them against the desk in a slightly more relaxed pose. Margaret tried to marshal her thoughts. This was going to be harder than she realized.

“Well,” she started. She didn’t know if she would be able to explain things to him as she wasn’t sure what to say and how to put it. She knew now how deeply she had hurt him and was hesitant to bring up such a painful memory.

“Mr. Thornton,”

“John,” he interrupted again, his smile growing deeper.

“John,” she said taking a deep breath. “That day, after the rioting at Marlborough Mills, when you came to seem me.”

His smile began to fade.

“I lied,” she continued quickly. “I lied when I said I was offended. You see, I thought you were proposing out of a sense of obligation, that you didn’t really have feelings for me. I didn’t want you to offer for that reason.”

“Miss Hale, Margaret” Mr. Thornton started to say.

“No, please, let me finish. You see, I said I did not like you. That was a lie. I liked you very much indeed. In fact that doesn’t really explain my feeling either very well. You confused me. I didn’t know what my feelings were. But I do know that I thought of you often, very often, and when I did,” at this point she turned around and walked towards the window, unable to look at him. “They were very strong.”

“Margaret,” he said leaving the desk and walking towards her.

He gently put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around looking down at her.

“Look at me. And do you know now what those feeling were?”

She looked down at first and then up into his dear face; the face that had haunted her for so long,

“Yes, I do know now. And they have only grown over time. Those feeling are love John. I love you. I love you for the man you are, for your passion, for your honesty and for your compassion. I love you because you care about people. I didn’t understand that at first, but now I do. I love you because you lied for me to the police. I love you because you hired Nicholas because I told him to come to you. I love you because you sought out my father and you were such a good friend to him. I love you because you are an honourable man and one I am proud to know. I love you and I hope that you will offer again because my answer this time will be different. I know I hurt you before but I didn’t understand that you loved me and I hope that somewhere you still do have feelings.

His hands that were holding her shoulders suddenly went to her hair and his face lowered, his lips on hers. If the kiss they had shared on the train platform made her tingle, this one did so much more. This one was full of passion. This one was deep and she felt her knees weakening. Where before his kisses had been gentle, sweet, short, this one was intense and lingering and oh so wonderful. Her arms lifted and reached around his neck and curled in the back of his hair. He angled his head for a different approach. Margaret moaned at the lushness of his lips against hers.

John slowly lifted and looked down at Margaret. Both shared a look of the same awe.

“I should tell you,” he whispered to her. “I lied to.”

“About what?” Margaret could barely get out,

“My foolish passion. I’m not over it. I will never be over it. I love you Margaret and I’ll ask you again. Will you have me? Will you marry me Margaret? For I don’t think my life will be complete without you.

Hannah Thornton was pacing back and forth outside John's office. They had been in there long enough she was thinking when she heard something she hadn’t heard in years. She heard the sound of John’s laughter filtering from the room.

Maybe Margaret wouldn’t be so bad as a daughter after all she thought with a very slight smile/