Chapter 1
There Rebecca stood on her own with no feeling accepted numbness and despair beside her was Albert Meadow grave, belonging to her brother. Supposedly his death was caused by a horse riding accident, about six months prior.
Apparently he was on his way to rejoin his fellow comrades to go to the West Indies, they had stopped off at France to pick up some supplies. He had gone on an errand on his own, that the captain requested. Even though the rest protested as revolution was in the mist and on his return he was caught in an accident.
Even though she couldn't have prevented his death she felt inside her that it was her fault and nothing could change that, she suggested to him how much sailing would suit him and how he would enjoy it.
Suddenly she heard a ruffled sound that broke her thought "who could it possible be at this time of the morning?" she wonderd.
She slowly turned around on this wet and misty morning. She saw a tall, broad shouldered man's figure, coming closer. His facial features shadowed by his slightly, slanted downward hat.
She was not interested in him but still she asked "can I help you?" with a tone of annoyance as this was the only place she could be alone .
"I'm so terribly sorry, I was unable to make Alberts funeral, I'm Arthur Longford. may I ask your name?." requested Arthur in a strong Irish accent.
But Rebecca took no notice of his voice, she had no time to talk well that was her excuse.
"Rebecca Meadow, good day."she said abruptly taking a quick glance at Arthur whilst she curtsied and strolled off. Arthur lifted his hat higher to be able to see her clearly as she walked away from him into the surrounding fog.
"Mmmm.......Rebecca meadow." He contemplated, he was intrigued by who he had just met.
Rebecca strolled back through fields and fields until she stopped in front of her childhood home. Now it wa such an ancient house, aged by time and sadness. It had 3 floors and a grand, long entrance full of oak trees covering both sides of the drive.
She had grown to love the grounds surrounding, with a lake to the right of the house and how when the sun shined it made the lake shimmered like hundreds of diamonds from one side to the other. Reminding her of her past memories as a child there with her brother playing by the lakeside in the long summer evenings.
The place now had become part of her even though it was now falling apart. Her family are not as rich as they used to be because of a risky venture her father once took earlier that year trusting an old family friend.
But with great determination they managed to afford the upkeep the grounds of such a place.
It was once such a magnificent place, People coming and going and the many parties they had held and enjoyed. But now all they heard were birds Singing in the distance.
No one knows better then she and Grace her younger sister now the age of 12, that they would have to marry well. Oh how when she did have the money she would to fix the old place back to itself and see happy faces walking around.
To the annoyance of her parents Rebecca didn't want to marry rich or anyone the reasoning being she had risked giving her whole heart to gentlemen and he had hurt it terribly. His name being Henry Moore who confessed his loved to her and then ran away with a lady, she knew little of this lady except she had a substantial dowry unlike her.
She despised him, and how she now felt about herself because of him she felt worthless and she hated it, she had never felt it before. She now thought of men and marriage as rather a inconvenient thing. Her mother Elizabeth, is always keeping her eye out for Rebecca always trying to find a suitor no matter their looks or age.

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Rebecca's Story {First Draft}
Historical FictionThis is my first attempt of writing and this story is about a girl called Rebecca Meadow. Having her heartbroken not long ago, she promised she would not open heart for awhile. But life has other ideas. After tragically losing her brother, his bes...