• A Test of Your Patience

  • By: B B Wolfe
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A Test of Your Patience

By: B B Wolfe
  • Summary

  • I wanted an excuse to do more freeform (and funsies) VO-like things that didn't have to be live or aren't limited by being live. For the moment, I'm an audiobook podcast, bringing you the public domain horror of Bram Stoker.
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  • The Jewel of Seven Stars: Chapter 6 - Suspicions, Part 1
    Apr 30 2021

    A funsies cold read of Bram Stoker's The Jewel of Seven Stars, told in very small bits, made possible by the support of my patrons at patreon.com/bbwolfe. This is the first part of chapter 6!

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    Chapter VI

    Suspicions

    The first to get full self-command was Miss Trelawny.  There was a haughty dignity in her bearing as she said:

    "Very well, Mrs. Grant; let them go!  Pay them up to today, and a month's wages. They have hitherto been very good servants; and the occasion of their leaving is not an ordinary one.  We must not expect much faithfulness from any one who is beset with fears.  Those who remain are to have in future double wages; and please send these to me presently when I send word."  Mrs. Grant bristled with smothered indignation; all the housekeeper in her was outraged by such generous treatment of servants who had combined to give notice:

    "They don't deserve it, miss; them to go on so, after the way they have been treated here.  Never in my life have I seen servants so well treated or anyone so good to them and gracious to them as you have been. They might be in the household of a King for treatment.  And now, just as there is trouble, to go and act like this.  It's abominable, that's what it is!"

    Miss Trelawny was very gentle with her, and smothered her ruffled dignity; so that presently she went away with, in her manner, a lesser measure of hostility to the undeserving.  In quite a different frame of mind she returned presently to ask if her mistress would like her to engage a full staff of other servants, or at any rate try to do so. "For you know, ma'am," she went on, "when once a scare has been established in the servants' hall, it's wellnigh impossible to get rid of it.  Servants may come; but they go away just as quick.  There's no holding them.  They simply won't stay; or even if they work out their month's notice, they lead you that life that you wish every hour of the day that you hadn't kept them.  The women are bad enough, the huzzies; but the men are worse!"  There was neither anxiety nor indignation in Miss Trelawny's voice or manner as she said:

    "I think, Mrs. Grant, we had better try to do with those we have. Whilst my dear Father is ill we shall not be having any company, so that there will be only three now in the house to attend to.  If those servants who are willing to stay are not enough, I should only get sufficient to help them to do the work.  It will not, I should think, be difficult to get a few maids; perhaps some that you know already. And please bear in mind, that those whom you get, and who are suitable and will stay, are henceforth to have the same wages as those who are remaining.  Of course, Mrs. Grant, you well enough understand that though I do not group you in any way with the servants, the rule of double salary applies to you too."  As she spoke she extended her long, fine-shaped hand, which the other took and then, raising it to her lips, kissed it impressively with the freedom of an elder woman to a younger. 

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    3 mins
  • The Jewel of Seven Stars: Chapter 5 - More Strange Instructions, Part 10
    Apr 17 2021

    A funsies cold read of Bram Stoker's The Jewel of Seven Stars, told in very small bits, made possible by the support of my patrons at patreon.com/bbwolfe. This is the 10th and final part of chapter 5!

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    So far as I can see, there is not a word of his instructions that he had not thought over fully.  Whatever idea he had in his mind was the idea of a lifetime; he had studied it in every possible phase, and was prepared to guard it at every point.

    "Now I fear I have distressed you, and I am truly sorry for it; for I see you have much--too much--to bear already.  But I have no alternative. If you want to consult me at any time about anything, I promise you I will come without a moment's delay, at any hour of the day or night. There is my private address," he scribbled in his pocket-book as he spoke, "and under it the address of my club, where I am generally to be found in the evening."  He tore out the paper and handed it to her.  She thanked him.  He shook hands with her and with me and withdrew.

    As soon as the hall door was shut on him, Mrs. Grant tapped at the door and came in. There was such a look of distress in her face that Miss Trelawny stood up, deadly white, and asked her:

    "What is it, Mrs. Grant?  What is it?  Any new trouble?"

    "I grieve to say, miss, that the servants, all but two, have given notice and want to leave the house today.  They have talked the matter over among themselves; the butler has spoken for the rest.  He says as how they are willing to forego their wages, and even to pay their legal obligations instead of notice; but that go today they must."

    "What reason do they give?"

    "None, miss.  They say as how they're sorry, but that they've nothing to say.  I asked Jane, the upper housemaid, miss, who is not with the rest but stops on; and she tells me confidential that they've got some notion in their silly heads that the house is haunted!"

    We ought to have laughed, but we didn't.  I could not look in Miss Trelawny's face and laugh.  The pain and horror there showed no sudden paroxysm of fear; there was a fixed idea of which this was a confirmation.  For myself, it seemed as if my brain had found a voice. But the voice was not complete; there was some other thought, darker and deeper, which lay behind it, whose voice had not sounded as yet.

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    2 mins
  • The Jewel of Seven Stars: Chapter 5 - More Strange Instructions, Part 9
    Apr 10 2021

    A funsies cold read of Bram Stoker's The Jewel of Seven Stars, told in very small bits, made possible by the support of my patrons at patreon.com/bbwolfe. This is the 9th part of chapter 5!

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    She went on more firmly; she had recovered herself:

    "Please! please do not think I am ungrateful to you for your kindness in coming here and so quickly.  I really am grateful; and I have every confidence in your judgment.  If you wish, or think it best, we can be alone."  I stood up; but Mr. Marvin made a dissentient gesture.  He was evidently pleased with her attitude; there was geniality in his voice and manner as he spoke:

    "Not at all!  Not at all!  There is no restriction on your Father's part; and on my own I am quite willing.  Indeed, all told, it may be better.  From what you have said of Mr. Trelawny's illness, and the other--incidental--matters, it will be well in case of any grave eventuality, that it was understood from the first, that circumstances were ruled by your Father's own imperative instructions.  For, please understand me, his instructions are imperative--most imperative.  They are so unyielding that he has given me a Power of Attorney, under which I have undertaken to act, authorising me to see his written wishes carried out.  Please believe me once for all, that he intended fully everything mentioned in that letter to you!  Whilst he is alive he is to remain in his own room; and none of his property is to be removed from it under any circumstances whatever.  He has even given an inventory of the articles which are not to be displaced."

    Miss Trelawny was silent.  She looked somewhat distressed; so, thinking that I understood the immediate cause, I asked:

    "May we see the list?"  Miss Trelawny's face at once brightened; but it fell again as the lawyer answered promptly--he was evidently prepared for the question:

    "Not unless I am compelled to take action on the Power of Attorney.  I have brought that instrument with me.  You will recognise, Mr. Ross"--he said this with a sort of business conviction which I had noticed in his professional work, as he handed me the deed--"how strongly it is worded, and how the grantor made his wishes apparent in such a way as to leave no loophole.  It is his own wording, except for certain legal formalities; and I assure you I have seldom seen a more iron-clad document.  Even I myself have no power to make the slightest relaxation of the instructions, without committing a distinct breach of faith.  And that, I need not tell you, is impossible." He evidently added the last words in order to prevent an appeal to his personal consideration.  He did not like the seeming harshness of his words, however, for he added:

    "I do hope, Miss Trelawny, that you understand that I am willing--frankly and unequivocally willing--to do anything I can, within the limits of my power, to relieve your distress.  But your Father had, in all his doings, some purpose of his own which he did not disclose to me.

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    3 mins

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