#harriet parkhill

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Anne Lister, talking about Harriet Parkhill: Is this a friend of yours, Ann?

Ann Walker: Kind of? Not really. She's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

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Gentleman Jack (2019–), 1x05 | 2x02

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Ann: I got a date with Anne!

Harriet: I don’t trust Anne.

Ann: Or you just hate the idea of anything good happening for me.

Harriet: That could not be more true.

Ann:

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Three’s a crowd for lesbian backgammon and for wooing a wife.

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A Softer Gentleman Jack 5/?

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Saturday 10 November 1832

7 ¼

11 20

fine frosty morning but thick and hazy one can scarce see ½ dozen yards ahead – F46° at 7 20 a.m. off to Lightcliffe at 8 10 - stopt (in passing) at Lidgate 5 or 6 minutes - just ran up to Miss W- before she was up and gave her the note to herself written last night  and the case and opinion and Captain Sutherland’s letter - at Lightcliffe at the William Priestley’s at 8 55 - breakfast almost over just in time to see Mr P- for 10 minutes - from 9 ¾ for an hour while Mrs P- did her household business reading the last (no. 201 for this month Blackwards - favourable review of Gilpin’s practical hints upon landscape gardening with some remarks on domestic architecture and read a little of the article (good and favourable) on James’s history of Charlemagne - then sat talking to Mrs WP- till 1 - chit chat - her praises of Mr Ainsworth  very evident how sure she makes of the match between him and Miss W-    and without either of us being too plain spoken we laughed and gave him for it till the tenth of this month next year    saying pray remember the tenth of November  and if it prospers Mrs P- to write and tell me    she said Mrs Ainsworth was very plain and much marked with small-pox and filled up the pittings with rouge   fifteen or 20 years older than her husband who married her for money Mrs P- went with me to Lidgate and staid ¼ hour or 20 minutes - I had taken off her hands a square of Outram lama-hair shawling meaning it for Lady S- not fine morning as I went - a slight skiff of snow - at 1 10 rain came on for the rest of the afternoon and evening so staid at Lidgate - dinner at 2 - read the morning Herald and looked over the York Herald - Miss W- poorly and either in her easy chair or lying on the sofa till tea at 6 - afterwards played backgammon Miss W- won 4 hits to my one - she then wrote to Captain Sutherland and I sat talking to Miss Harriet Parkhill - I read prayers at 10 - Miss Harriet P- left us and we sat up finishing the letter till we went upstairs at 10 35 - I had joked Miss W- about going next Tuesday to Paris - she said I had teazed her  said if she had only given me a look I would not have done it   I begin she would teaze me by her foolish poorliness and listlessness whether I did her or not but I took all well and only talked love – Damp disagreeable morning and day till 1 – afterwards from 1 10 rainy afternoon and evening

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1832 Nov., Mon. 5

7 3/4

11 1/2

Damp morning, recent rain Fahrenheit 49 1/2º at 7 3/4 a.m. Breakfast with my father at 8 3/4 – Shewed him the coal plan – Came up to my room at 10 – Made notes of my fathers conversation respecting the coal –

Charles Howarth came – Settling with him when at 11 Miss Walker’s servant brought a basket of grapes etc. for my aunt, and note to me and the note that ought to have said yes or no. I opened it in agitation little e[x]pecting to find it a mere evasion and all between us as undecided as ever. This note shall be copied into this journal by and by, vid[e] bel[ow], I must now be off to see herself, and at any rate will behave handsomely –

Off to Lidgate at 11 10/.. – Rained all the way – There in 1/2 hour – a Mr. Outram (Ootram came almost immediately afterwards about atacama lama-hair cloaks at 20 /. [shillings] a yard, narrow broad cloth width, and staid about an hour. The last cloaks were only 12 /. [shillings] a yard but he had paid double for the material, and the next would be still dearer –

At 2 3/4 Mrs. Dyson and her son Thomas called for 1/4 hour – She was nervous when we met, but I looked calm and we soon got on tolerably. We kissed and she was affectionate as usual, as far as I would let her. But tho my manner was at intervals cheerful and playful, yet I would not go on quite as usual and consequently never attempted to touch her queer or anything of that kind as I am convinced I might have done.

I returned the purse with the yes at one end and the no at the other just as she had sent it, saying I could not leave to the decision of chance what ought only to be decided by her own heart. She felt the force of this remark. We both got attendees, and she begged me to give her a little more time. As I would not let her answer then in the affirmative, she said she could not say no and did not expect that I should have taken her note in that sense, as I told her I had done and thought it better to do.

Saying that I had thought of being off as soon as possible but promised her more time, for which she thanked me. And said I would stay then till after my rent day on the second of January, begging however that she would not require longer than the first of January for her decision, which she promised.

I explained that she really was wrong in putting the thing as she had done. That a proud and honorable spirit could never brook such a strange trusting to chance. But here is the copy of her memorable note

‘I send the promised note for your perusal and correction. I have endeavoured to express myself in the most gentle and delicate manner possible and rather to imply than say what I really mean it is a most difficult note to write. And had it been possible, I would rather have been silent for the present, until grief had become more subdued, for I would not willingly inflict any additional pang upon one who is already so great a suffer. Nevertheless I must not compromise my own dignity and I feel that letter ought not to have been written to me. I find it impossible to make up my own mind. For the last twelve months I have lived under circumstances of no common moment, and with my health impaired, and with vivid regrets of the past, I feel that I have not the power fairly to exercise my own judgement. My heart would not allow me to listen to any proposal of marriage and this is in effect the same. I would simply go on and leave the event to God,  and on these grounds I once thought of asking if you would act upon your original intention and consent for us to travel together for a few months. Again I feel this unfair to you. I promised an answer, and I am at your mercy. I have written the words on a slip of paper and put them in the purse. I have implicit confidence in your judgement and if you still think it better to decide today the paper you draw out first must be the word, or if you prefer, let your good aunt draw, and then we neither of us decide. You may think this an evasive termination of my promise. Forgive me, for it is really all I can say. Having heard you say that in one case I must give you up as a friend, I find myself as incapable of consenting to this as I am for deciding under my present feelings what is to be my future course of life. Whatever may be the event, I shall always remain your faithful and affectionate AW. 

I fear this will scarcely be at Shibden Hall by eleven o’clock but there was a mistake about the grapes being sent’    

Was I right to take this as a no? At all rates I told her I took it so, and took the purse folded in the paper as she had sent it and sealed it up in another paper with the seal she usually uses and just wrote on the back ‘Mon[day] five November eighteen hundre[d] and thirty two’, saying 'If you mean yes, take out the papers and send me the purse again'. 

I told her I had not been prepared for her note of this morning either by her note of Saturday or by her last words to me on Friday (she hoped we should meet again under happier circumstances) or by the lock of hair she had given. She said well she had thought of this. She would not have given it to anyone else!  And who, said I, could have asked it? 

I said I could not now go back to my original intention. It was too late. She had misled me, however at unawares, tho I did not blame her. It was an unlucky inadvertence that had led to all our present difficulties. There had been too many endearments and too great a tie between us for me to go back to what I had been. Thus I have tacitly put an end to our travelling together so long as she is undecided.

Why should I confine and gener myself probably for nothing? No. No. Better an end of it at once. Her friendship would be an useless pother. And Steph’s prudence not to recommend too hastily the going abroad was, as he said, better for me. But she said she could not now stay at home to be pothered with Mr. A[insworth]’s letters and be without protection. 

She would gladly enough travel with me now. But why run the risk of spending my time and money for nothing. I shall be better without her. I can take Eugenie and go and live in a cottage near Grenoble and study and improve myself and save my money. 

Proposed, which Miss W[alker] readily adopted, an alteration in the conclusion of her letter to Mr. A[insworth]. To say, that as she had always so good an opportunity of hearing of him thro Miss Bentley all her inquiries would be addressed to her. Thanked him for his kindness to her during the life of her much lamented friend and said nothing would give her more heartfelt satisfaction than to be able to be of use to him in any the smallest instance. Remain very truly and sincerely yours. 

Advised her about her coal lease to Hinscliffe and other business – Asked when I should see her again. She said Wednesday. Would not ask Tuesday, as it might now be too much, and Miss Harriet Parkhill is coming on Thursday. Asked me to breakfast on Wed[nesday]. Excused myself saying that would be too much like what used to be, which it would be best for both of us to get off as soon as we could. 

She has never been able to eat anything solid since Friday, but said she was quite another creature after seeing me. What will it end in? On leaving her I repeated to myself, ‘Come nerve yourself up and never mind’ and on getting home said  ‘Well, it is an arrow and perhaps a lucky escape. Thank God for all his mercies.’ –

Prepared my clothes for the wash. Dinner at 6 3/4 – Afterwards till 9 1/2 wrote all but the first 6 lines of today – Much the better for it – My mind more composed – I have asked myself once or twice 'is this a sort of spell breaker'? Should she even say yes at last, should I value it as much as if it had come more freely? ‘Had it been earlier it had been kinder.’ Better be an end of it at once? 

Went into the little room at 9 40/.. – Came to my room at 10 35/.. at which hour Fahrenheit 49º – Rainy day but fine evening – Fine and moonlight as I returned from Lidgate tho’ more rain afterwards –

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30 November 1832

(Crypt) [Sat by Miss W-‘s bedside] She had been fretting all yesterday and last night. She thought from my note of yesterday that all was over and I had made up my mind to end the thing between us and she could not bear to part with me. I could not think what she meant. It was that I had concluded with ‘affectionately yours’ leaving out faithfully. She said if I had gone away, she should never give up the hope of our coming together sometime. She had never felt drawn so close to me since Tuesday and now thought that I could make her happy. She had prayed for us to be happy together. I did not say much but asked why, with these feelings, she refused me. She owned that she always thought she should refuse the man she might marry; merely to try his affection. She asked if I would be her executor. I neither said yes nor no, but rather declined otherwise. I said that all this seemed as if she really cared for me. “Oh yes.” She never knew before how much. In fact, she does not like to give me up. Said that she should sink when I went and nothing could raise her. She knew not what she would do, but would leave Lidgate and return here no more till she came to Cliff Hill. She could not bear to look at Shibden yesterday in passing.

I behaved very kindly but did not press her to decide. Bade her think of it till the first of January and we would go to York afterwards. She had doubted that I would go to York. [I] said I would do all I could for her, as long as I could. She said she should never have such confidence in anybody else. She owned that Cliff Hill was no longer an obstacle. She only wished to consult her sister. Even her objection to going abroad was hardly alluded to. She seems getting attached to me. [she] said she had never felt for me as she did now. She should have no confidence in Mr A-. Should not be happy with him. In fact, now that I care less, she cares more. I said I had made up my mind, conditionally, but pledged myself to nothing. I said it was not my intention to make violent after what she said on Tuesday, as to it being wrong. This objection she seems to have almost got over. I shall let the thing take its chance and think and care little about it.

Miss Harriet Parkhill is all jealous and wrong. Has done all the mischief as Miss W- owned, but she seems almost tired of her. She went out before two and stayed away till four. Miss W- thought she had gone to Brighouse. Taken a chaise and been off in a huff.

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by MrsDallowaysFlowers

Ann Walker is a new transplant to Boston, a fledgling writer who works in a plant shop. Anne Lister comes in one day looking for a gift. How many times can their paths cross before believing in fate?

Updated: 2020-03-28 Words: 6388, Chapter: 3/?, Language: English, Hits: 495

Fandom: Gentleman Jack (TV)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Anne Lister (1791-1840)/Ann Walker (1803-1854)

Characters: Anne Lister (1791-1840), Ann Walker (1803-1854), Harriet Parkhill, Anne Lister (1765-1836) | Aunt Anne, Elizabeth Walker Sutherland, Mariana Lawton, Marian Lister, Vere Hobart Cameron

Additional tags: Alternate Universe, Drama, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, New England, no beta living on the edge, Some Canon, some not canon, AU they meet in Boston, The slow burn we didn't know we needed

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The Drop and Lift

by MrsDallowaysFlowers

Ann Walker is a new transplant to Boston, a fledgling writer who works in a plant shop. Anne Lister comes in one day looking for a gift. How many times can their paths cross before believing in fate?

Words: 1797, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Gentleman Jack (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Anne Lister (1791-1840), Ann Walker (1803-1854), Harriet Parkhill, Anne Lister (1765-1836) | Aunt Anne, Elizabeth Walker Sutherland, Mariana Lawton, Marian Lister, Vere Hobart Cameron

Relationships: Anne Lister (1791-1840)/Ann Walker (1803-1854)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Drama, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, New England, no beta living on the edge, Some Canon, some not canon, AU they meet in Boston, The slow burn we didn't know we needed

from AO3 works tagged 'Anne Lister (1791-1840)/Ann Walker (1803-1854)' https://ift.tt/3am4HwV

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* in the group chat *

Ann Walker: DO NOT CLICK ON ANY LINKS THAT SAY “ANNE LISTER NUDES LEAKED” IT PUTS A VIRUS ON YOUR PHONE THAT PUTS YOUR KEYBOARD ON CAPS LOCK PERMANENTLY

Catherine Rawson: THANK YOU FOR THE WARNING 

Harriet Parkhill: YES THANK YOU FRIEND. SUCH A SHAMEFUL TRICK I HOPE NO ONE FALLS FOR.

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by rosebloom18

“They hover in the doorway, bodies still charged with desire, both wanting the same thing. Anne peers down the hallway, checking to see if they're alone before grabbing Ann's hand, lifting it to her lips, and pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.”Ann Walker accepts a job as an Assistant to the Executive Editor at Shibden Publishing. With the help of her superior, she uncovers desires that were always inside of her.

Updated: 2019-11-18 Words: 32687, Chapter: 9/?, Language: English, Hits: 4577

Fandom: Gentleman Jack (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Relationships: Anne Lister (1791-1840)/Ann Walker (1803-1854), Mariana Lawton/Anne Lister (1791-1840)

Characters: Anne Lister (1791-1840), Ann Walker (1803-1854), Catherine Rawson, Harriet Parkhill, Mariana Lawton, Christopher Rawson (1777-1849)

Additional tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Harassment, Coming Out, Thirsty Ann, First Time, Sex

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Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Gentleman Jack (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anne Lister (1791-1840)/Ann Walker (1803-1854), Mariana Lawton/Anne Lister (1791-1840) Characters: Anne Lister (1791-1840), Ann Walker (1803-1854), Catherine Rawson, Harriet Parkhill, Mariana Lawton, Christopher Rawson (1777-1849) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Mentions of Sexual Harassment, Coming Out Summary:

“They hover in the doorway, bodies still charged with desire, both wanting the same thing. Anne peers down the hallway, checking to see if they're alone before grabbing Ann's hand, lifting it to her lips, and pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles.”

Ann Walker accepts a job as an Assistant to the Executive Editor at Shibden Publishing. With the help of her superior, she uncovers desires that were always inside of her.

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Harriet: Oh, it’s you. I thought I smelled failure.

Catherine: Then you must be sniffing yourself!

Catherine, to Anne: Good, right?

Anne: For you…