The woman in black jennet
The Woman in Black is a horror novel by Susan Hill , written in the style of a traditional Gothic novel. The plot concerns a mysterious spectre that haunts a small English town. A television film based on the story, also called The Woman in Black , was produced in , with a screenplay by Nigel Kneale. In , a theatrical film adaptation of the same name was released, starring Daniel Radcliffe. The book has also been adapted into a stage play by Stephen Mallatratt.SEE VIDEO BY TOPIC: Dumb And Dumber
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The writer, a young woman and apparently a relative of Mrs Drablow, was unmarried and with child. At first, she was still living at home, with her parents; later, she was sent away.
For a few months, the letters ceased, but when they began again it was at first in passionate outrage and protest, later, in quiet, resigned bitterness. Why should I not have what is mine? He shall not go to strangers. I shall kill us both before I let him go. I am quite helpless. But he is mine, mine, he can never be yours. Oh, forgive me. I think my heart will break.
P — this quote is Kipps saying that he understands why she has gone mad he shows sympathy and understands why she has haunted the people and killed the children. I felt not fear, not horror, but and overwhelming grief and sadness, a sense of loss and bereavement, a distress mingled with utter dispair.
I was still a young man. Apart from the inevitable loss of elderly aunt sand uncles and grandparents I had never experienced the death of anyone close to me, never truly mourned and suffered the extremes of grief.
Never yet. But the feelings that must accompany the death of someone as close to my heart and bound up with my own being as it was possible to be, I knew then, in the nursery of Eel Marsh House.
They all but broke me, yet I was confused and puzzled, not knowing any reason at all why I should be in the grip of such desperate anguish and misery. It was as though I had, for the time that I was in the room, because another person, or at least experienced the emotions that belong to another.
I had seen her. Whoever she was, this was the focus of her search or her attention or her grief — I could not tell which. But it seemed most likely that only a blood relation would have given, or rather, been forced to give her illegitimate child for adoption to another woman, in the way the letters and legal documents revealed.
Her passionate love for her child and her isolation with it, her anger and the way she at first fought bitterly against and, finally, gave despairingly in to the course proposed to her, filled me with sadness and sympathy. A girl from the servant class, living in a closely bound community, might perhaps have faired better, sixty or so years before, than this daughter of genteel parentage, who had been so coldly rejected and whose feelings were so totally left out of the count.
Yet servant girls in Victorian England had, I knew, often been driven to murder or abandon their misconceived children. At least Jennet had known that her son was alive and had been given a good home. At first she stayed away — hundreds of miles away — and the boy was brought up a Drablow and was never intended to know his mother. But, in the end, the pain of being parted from him, instead of easing, grew worse and she returned to Crythin.
She got rooms in the town. She took in sewing, she acted as a companion to a lady. At first, apparently, Alice Drablow would not let her see the boy at all. But Jennet was so distressed that she threatened violence and in the end her sister relented — just so far. Jennet could visit very occasionally, but never see the boy alone nor ever disclose who she was or that she had any relationship to him. He became more and more attached to the woman who was, when all was said and done, his own mother, more and more fond, and as he did so he began to be colder towards Alice Drablow.
Jennet planned to take him away, that much I do know. Before she could do so, the accident happened, just as you heard. She was at home, watching from an upstairs window, waiting for them to return.
From that day, Jennet Humfrye began to go mad. Mad with grief and mad with anger and a desire for revenge. The flesh shrank from her bones, the colour was drained from her, she looked like a walking skeleton — a living spectre.
When she went about the streets, people drew back. Children were terrified of her. She died eventually. She died in hatred and misery. And as soon as ever she died the hauntings began.
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The writer, a young woman and apparently a relative of Mrs Drablow, was unmarried and with child. At first, she was still living at home, with her parents; later, she was sent away. For a few months, the letters ceased, but when they began again it was at first in passionate outrage and protest, later, in quiet, resigned bitterness. Why should I not have what is mine? He shall not go to strangers.
The Woman in Black in The Woman in Black
Jennet Humfrye - 16 November was an unmarried woman who gave birth to a child, Nathaniel. But, because she was unmarried when she became pregnant, she was forced to give her child to her sister. Alice Drablow and her husband, Charles Drablow who was secretly Nathaniel's birth father adopted the boy insisting he never knew that Jennet was his real mother. Jennet went away for a year; however, she could no longer stay away from the boy, she made an agreement to stay at Eel Marsh House with them. The agreement was that she never reveals her true identitiy to the boy. One day, a pony and trap carrying the boy across the causeway got lost and sank in the marshes, killing all aboard apart from Alice Drablow. Jennet had been watching all of this from a window from the house as she was waiting for him because she had planned to run away with him as they were becoming very close. Jennet was so distraught and heartbroken that she died of a wasteing desease in the house's nursery. Jennet came back as an evil, vengeful ghost dressed in black. Whenever she has been seen; anywhere, whenever and whoever by, a child nearby kills themselves as she forces them to.
Suddenly conscious of the cold and the extreme bleakness and eeriness of the spot and of the gathering dusk of the November afternoon, and not wanting my spirits to become so depressed that I might begin to be affected by all sorts of morbid fancies, I was about to leave […] But, as I turned away, I glanced once again round the burial ground and then I saw again the woman with the wasted face, who had been at Mrs. Drablow's funeral. It was one of what I can only describe—and the words seem hopelessly inadequate to express what I saw—as a desperate, yearning malevolence; it was as though she were searching for something she wanted, needed— must have , more than life itself, and which had been taken from her. And, toward whoever had taken it she directed the purest evil and hatred and loathing, with all the force that was available to her.
It is the second adaptation of Susan Hill 's novel of the same name , which was previously filmed in The plot, set in early 20th-century England , follows a young recently widowed lawyer who travels to a remote village where he discovers that the vengeful ghost of a scorned woman is terrorising the locals. A film adaptation of Hill's novel was announced in , with Goldman and Watkins attached to the project.