Chapter 2 of my 2 part fanfic. Enjoy!
"Stop the carriage."
"What?" asked Aunt Shaw, shocked. "Margaret, I do believe you are ill!"
"Please. Stop the carriage."
Aunt Shaw looked at her, aghast. Margaret just sat, stiffly. "My dear, whatever is the matter? I declare, you are almost hysterical."
"Please! Just stop the carriage!" Margaret pleaded, with tears in her eyes.
Her aunt stared, but raised a knuckle, and rapped three times on the carriage's roof.
It came to an abrupt halt. Aunt Shaw opened her mouth to ask something, but before a single sound came out, Margaret had flung open the door and was running down the street.
"Margaret! Stop!" shouted her aunt, but to no avail. Margaret was already lost to the swirl of the snow.
As soon as the carriage had stopped, Margaret had thrown herself out of the carriage, picked up her skirts and charged down the street. She ran towards the mill, crying in great, heaving sobs as the cold wind stung her face and crept through her clothes. After what seemed like an eternity, she stopped in front of Marlborough Mill's gate, still crying.
What was she doing here? What was she going to do when she saw him? I should not be here, she thought. I should just turn around and go back to the carriage and Aunt Shaw. Margaret turned, and started to walk back, but stopped. If she turned back now, she'd never see Mr. Thornton again. She'd be stuck in London, forever. She took a deep breath turned, walked back, and pushed open the gate. As she went through the yard, she became aware of odd looks directed at her. She pretended not to notice. As she came up to the door of the mill, she paused. What would she say?
She reached for the door-handle, but it opened just as her finger touched it. Looking up, she beheld none other than Mr. Thornton. Her breath caught in her throat and her pulse quickened. Oh, he was so handsome. His dark features registered shock and total disbelief as he stared at her.
"Mr...Thornton," Margaret began, her voice shaking.
But she never finished, because the next moment, she was swept off her feet and crushed against his body, and his lips were on hers, and he was kissing her.
Having never been kissed in her life, Margaret found the sensation new, strange, but completely thrilling. A small giggle of joy escaped her lips, and she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back as he whirled her around the room.
After a few moments, he set her down gently and stepped back "Margaret?" he said carefully, as if afraid it was all a dream and that any second, he might wake up and find to all be a lie.
"You...you came back." He smiled a huge smile that made his whole face light up. Margaret realized she had never really seem him smile before. She smiled back.
"Yes," she said quietly. "I came...that is, what I want to say was..."
Again, she was interrupted, as Mr. Thornton took hold of her face in his hands, kissed her gently. "Will you marry me?" he asked, grinning.
Margaret laughed happily. "Yes! Yes, Mr. Thornton, I will." She put her small hands on his arms and kissed him back, smiling.
After a while, Mr. Thornton stepped back, and offered Margaret his arm. Together, they walked out of the mill. The snow-storm had ended, and the sun was shining.
Mrs. Thornton turned to look out her window. She was getting worried. She hadn't seen John in some time, and she was worried about the effect Miss Hale's departure was having on him. Peeking out, she noticed two figures together, walking towards the house, arm in arm. They were smiling and laughing about something. The tall one was most definitely her son. The other looked suspiciously familiar...
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