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“She looked wild and unkempt, for all afternoon, shamefully neglecting Prudie and the turnips, she had been out lying in the grass of another hay field on the high ground to the west of the house, staring down at Ross and the men working on the hill opposite. She had lain there sniffing at the earth and peering through the grass like a young dog, and finally had turned over and gone to sleep in the sweet warmth of the declining sun.”

~Ross Poldark

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Demelza stayed awake til four and then woke again at six to hear him come into the house. He did not come upstairs, and that confirmed what she already knew. For she had known it from the moment he left.

-Warleggan, the beginning of Book 3, Chapter 6

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This beautiful costume was designed for Natalie Dormer’s portrayal of Seymour Worsley in the 2015 film 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝑾.   The following year, the piece was worn by Chloë Sevigny as Alicia Johnson in 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 & 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑. That same year, it was also worn by Heida Reed as Elizabeth in 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌.   Want to learn more? Visit our website: Bit.ly/StuGeo105    

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“She had made no provocative move at all, but in her cool cultured way her manner was not without challenge.” Book 3 Jeremy Poldark

Oh, how I will hate Elizabeth forever

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“They had reached the door. She put her hand against the jamb, suddenly very tired. It was a long time since she had eaten. ‘I’d like you to stay,’ he said. ‘That’s if you feel you can.’ ‘Very well. It’s as you wish. But what I said about you going to live with Elizabeth–please do that if you want. George can’t marry her if you’re there.’ He didn’t speak. ‘When will you know?’ she asked. ‘What?’ ‘About George and Elizabeth’s marriage.’ ‘I can’t tell … We’ll hear.’ ‘She didn’t promise to let you know?’ ‘She didn’t.’ It was going dusk. The afterglow had ended. Demelza stared out over her garden. A bat flitted before the fading face of the sky. A hundred times before she had taken a last look here before going in. But never like this. She had never thought it would be like this. The garden was nothing to her any more. Let it run to waste and let the giant weeds grow. It would match the desolation in her soul.”

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Jon Revell published some pictures of the short film Ping Pong. Thanks to him and thanks to my friend Isademrio who found it yesterday

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“Uncle Ross looks after us so well. Where would we be without him?”

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Demelza?

Yes Ross?

I like that dress.

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“Demelza turned blindly, took the reins, led Darkie to the door. Ross did not at once follow her but stayed in the stable picking up some things which had fallen from a shelf. She hesitated, put her hand to the stirrup to steady it, but did not mount. He came out. Darkie pulled her a couple of paces forward and vigorously shook the bridle. ‘And there’s one other thing I want you to know,’ he added. ‘That is how deeply sorry I am that I ever hurt you in the first place–in May, I mean. You were so undeserving of any harm. All these months … I know how you will have felt. I want you to know that.”

~Warleggan by Winston Graham

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“Ross had a bed made up in Joshua’s old bedroom, where Demelza had slept the first night she came. To him it seemed impossible after what had happened that he should force his presence on her upstairs; to her it seemed that one contact with Elizabeth had rendered his wife disgusting to him.” Warleggan: A Novel by Winston Graham

Ross and Demelza’s inner thoughts. Oh, I love the book Warleggan.

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Kinda getting the same color vibe. I’d say purple is A.T.’s color.

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“Demelza… Stiff old silk of the dress… The hooks. What had gotten into her? He had been drunk, but was it with liquor? The expense of spirit in a waste of shame is lust in action… past reason hated—how did it go? He had not thought of that sonnet the previous night. The poets had played him false. A strange affair. At least there had been an expense of spirit…”—Ross Poldark: A Novel of Cornwall, 1783-1787 (The Poldark Saga Book 1) by Winston Graham

Interesting to read the entire sonnet.

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1.04

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The night Ross fell in love with Demelza! From the novel:

“Everyone is happy tonight,” Ross said, half to himself. Demelza’s face gleamed. “They like you,” she said in an undertone. “Everyone like you.” He grunted. “Little silly.” “No, ’tis the truth. I know because I’m one of ’em. You and your father was different from the others. But mostly you. You’re—you’re—” She stumbled. “You’re half a gent and half one of them.”

“She was quite silent. He had never done what he had done that night. He had never kissed her before except in passion. It was something different. She knew him to be closer to her then than he had ever been before. For the very first time they were on a level. It was not Ross Poldark, gentleman farmer, of Nampara, and his maid, whom he had married because it was better than being alone. They were a man and a woman, with no inequality between them. She was older than her years and he younger, and they walked home hand in hand through the slanting shadows of the new darkness. I am happy, he thought again. Something is happening to me, to us, transmuting our shabby little love affair. Keep this mood, hold on to it. No slipping back.”

““Ross,” she said. “Dear Ross.” “I love you,” he said, “and am your servant. Demelza, look at me. If I’ve done wrong in the past, give me leave to make amends.” So he found that what he had half despised was not despicable, that what had been for him the satisfaction of an appetite, a pleasant but commonplace adventure in disappointment, owned wayward and elusive depths he had not known before, and carried the knowledge of beauty in its heart.”

-Ross Poldark: A Novel of Cornwall, 1783-1787 (The Poldark Saga Book 1) by Winston Graham

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Rivals Declan

My new edits

FD/ATI

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Aidan has “the lampshade”

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‘Don’t you think I remember the night we came back from the pilchard catch in Sawle? Then it was different. That was the night I fell in love with you. Instead of just the physical thing … Without emotion there’s nothing, is there. Nothing worth recalling. A shabby exercise. Thank God it’s never been that between us since.’ ‘Let us thank God we are not as other people are.’”

- The Stranger from the Sea: A Novel of Cornwall, 1810-1811 (Poldark Book 8) by Winston Graham

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Quietly he pulled her towards him and covered her face with kisses. Nothing at all violent, this time; five or six brushing kisses, loving, admiring; too sexual to be brotherly yet too affectionate to be altogether resented.

‘Goodbye,’ Ross said. ‘My dear.’”

— The Four Swans: A Novel of Cornwall, 1795-1797 (Poldark Book 6) by Winston Graham

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Turner could have chemistry with a potato.