The Governess and the Burglar
A governess, left alone to guard a house of silver while the owners attend a wedding, outwits a home invader who posed as a prospective renter.
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I was 23, and happy that my employers were going out for the evening. When a lady knocked at the door to inquire about renting the house, I let her in for a tour. She was charming, but my young charge, Hugh, noticed she asked suspicious questions about the location of the family silver. Realizing the danger, I hid the valuables in my room, armed myself with a revolver, and hid in the cellar. When the burglars arrived, I fired at the leader, wounding him. My employers returned to find me holding the assailant at gunpoint. I later requested they not prosecute him, hoping for his redemption.
“You're sure there's no one in the house? ... She's a little fool! Fancy letting a house and never asking the name of the person who took it!”
This story reflects the era's Victorian anxiety regarding the security of private property and the 'domestic sphere.' Today, such a home-defense narrative mirrors contemporary concerns over property crime and the evolving role of vigilante justice in Seattle neighborhoods.
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