“North & South: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 21 (R-S): Sunday Spooning, and Monday Museum & Tea Rituals, January 20, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #504)
[I will illustrate my story using my dream cast from the 2004 BBC production of “North & South”: Richard Armitage for John Thornton, Daniela Denby-Ashe for Margaret Hale, Lesley Manville for Mrs. Maria Hale, Tim Pigott-Smith for Mr. Richard Hale, Sinead Cusack for Mrs. Hannah Thornton, Jo Joyner for Fanny Thornton, Brendan Coyle for Nicholas Higgins, and Graham McTavish as Dr. Cameron Ogilvy, Holliday Grainger for Angharad Ogilvy MacIntosh, Simon Woods for Baird Ogilvy, and Emma Ashton as Mrs. Dillard, etc] [(1) story logo image]
Author’s Mature Content Note: “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” is a story with mature themes of love and relationships set within a period drama of the 1850’s and beyond. As such there will be heartfelt moments of love and sensuality (S)–as well as other dramatic emotions, including some violence (V)–and I will rate those chapters accordingly. If you are unable or unwilling to attend a movie with the ratings that I provide, then please do not read that chapter. This is my disclaimer.
Author’s Recap of the Previous Chapter: Fanny Thornton and Baird Ogilvy have gotten to know each other better in London with meeting at the Shaw-Lennox family luncheon with the MacIntosh’s and Baird and by sharing confidences. Baird is more enamored of Fanny than ever. And John and Margaret and Hannah and Cameron are enjoying their time in Milton–without Fanny.
“North & South: John Thornton, Love Lessons”, Ch. 21 (R-S): Sunday Spooning, and Monday Museum & Tea Rituals
As John awakens he realizes that for the first time in their brief two and a half months of marriage, he and Margaret have no expectations for their early morning presence at breakfast on this lazy Sunday morning January 12th as the sun begins to rise over a cocooning Wintery haze that has settled over Milton. John’s sister Fanny is still in London and his mother Hannah Thornton arrived home so late from a concert and late supper Saturday evening with her betrothed Dr. Cameron Ogilvy at his residence last night–unchaperoned but for the servants, scandalous!–that John joked to Margaret that he was almost going to send a search party out for her. As it was, John’s mother was a little flushed when Dr. Ogilvy escorted her home in his carriage slightly after midnight (scandalous again!)–flushed being a condition that John finds his mother in more often these days. Therefore, John surmises that Hannah’s late evening will likely keep her abed longer than usual this morn.
So John slips out of bed to brush his teeth and such in his and Margaret’s bed chamber’s adjoining bathing chamber before returning to sleeping on his left side, spooning behind his wife Margaret. However, she stirs when he returns to bed and she also alights from it herself. John’s arm reaches out and strokes the warm bed sheet upon which his beloved had recently slumbered. Lying upon his back again, John keeps one eye half open gazing at Margaret donning her lace dressing gown [(2) right] as he covets the privilege that it has in enclosing her naked form. Without her wearing a nightgown underneath, the lacy robe transforms into a provocative glimpse of her tantalizing curves and womanly silhouette.
John closes his eyes contentedly [(3) right] as Margaret slips from his gaze–wishing her back again. With alacrity, Margaret also visits their bathing chamber, certain that this is to be the start of several days of rest between she and John–with tender but chaste cuddles with her husband. However her not finding the cause for her monthly days of reluctant denial, she thinks that she must have the date wrong. So she smiles seductively and returns to her husband waiting patiently for her in their bed, deliciously anticipating their loving morning that awaits them.
Turning his body toward her and lying on his left side again, John’s half lidded eyes appreciate the vision of Venus before him as Margaret slides her lacy dressing gown from covering her naked body and she slides into bed with her husband. Then Margaret turns onto her left side again–fitting herself against her husband’s naked body, spooning with him and she closes her eyes. Their bodily contours conform to each other from torsos, to waists, to hips, to thighs, to knees, to calves, and to feet as John pulls his wife even closer to him–if that is even possible–and he wraps his arms around her. Margaret rests her arm on John’s arm at her tummy and she smiles. She can feel her husband’s need and her need deepens as his other arm crosses in front of her breasts and he caresses her.
John: Kissing her ear from behind her, then kissing her bare shoulder, John asks yearningly as he gently guides Margaret to lie down upon her back and he leans over her, tenderly caressing her face as her sleepy eyes flutter open and she smiles adoringly up at her husband. “Are you yet sleepy, my Love?” For John is anything but sleepy as the deep velvety smoulder in his voice betrays.
Margaret: “Hhhhh!” She unexpectedly yawns, and he pouts for her yawning. Then she claps her hand to her mouth trying to stifle her giggles. “Ha ha ha ha ha! Truly John, I’m not tired.” Her voice also trembles with desire as her other hand caresses his face, then trails down his neck to his broad shoulders, to his strong arms, and to his muscular chest. The feel of her husband’s muscles under her loving touch makes her tremble even as waves of pleasurable anticipatory sensations begins to engulf her.
John: He smiles. Then he looks away from her briefly before adding shyly. “Margaret, I will understand if my passionately adoring you has caused you to become overtired, my love. I can … temper my … we can … lessen our …” He searches for the proper phrasing–still feeling slightly embarrassed to be discussing the nature and scope of their loving expressions with his young wife.
Then Margaret kisses her husband adoringly, passionately [(4) right]–and with such fervor that John is in no doubt of his wife’s willing complicity in their tender lovemaking. And John willingingly adores his wife for the next hour, or so–as she adores him.
After church later this brisk January 12th Sunday morning, John and Margaret and Hannah and Cameron chat pleasantly before heading back to Marlborough Mills for a light luncheon with their mill workers and their families in the canteen. John had quickly surmised that an affordable midday meal on the seventh day of the week for his mill workers and their families is just as necessary as meals on the six working days prior to it.
But first, Watson from Cambric Mills who has been almost courting Fanny stops to converse with their group.
Watson: “Mr. & Mrs. Thornton, Mrs. Thornton, Dr. Ogilvy. It is good to see you this fine day.”
Dr. Ogilvy’s eyes narrow. For he knows of the arduous mill worker conditions at Watson’s mill from his mill worker patients. So he glowers at the pompous mill master.
John: “It is a fine day.” John skirts the issue of whether or not he is pleased to see Watson. Since Fanny’s extended stay in London is possibly due in no small part to the marked attentions of Dr. Ogilvy’s son Baird to his sister Fanny.
Watson: “I do not see, Miss Fanny with you. Is she coming home soon, I hope?”
Hannah: “Tch!” Hannah makes and indeterminate mouth noise and nervous twitch. “We expect her in a week, on Monday next.”
Watson: “Excellent!” Then he turns to John and takes him aside to speak privately. In a hushed tone that John was dreading, Watson makes a request. “I hope that I may now present myself as a candidate for Miss Fanny’s heart upon her return.”
John: John rubs his jaw as a self comforting mechanism. “Watson, Fanny has not taken me into her confidence. I do not know where her feelings lie–nor even if she contemplates marriage at present. She is still so very young, you know.” John tries to sound logical.
Watson: “She is my darling girl, and I hope to make her my darling wife very soon.”
John: “Whom Fanny marries will be her choice. We both must respect that.”
Watson: “Of course. But surely you do not object to my offering for her?” He sounds a bit annoyed. “I am a very wealthy man and I can take care of her exceedingly well.”
And John thinks, that being pampered might have been behind Fanny’s initial acceptance of Watson’s attentions. But during their stay in London, John caught glimpses of a more mature Fanny–especially with regard to her interactions with Baird Ogilvy. And John is uncertain where Fanny’s relationship with Baird Ogilvy stands at the moment.
John: “Watson, I do not object.” John hedges. “But if her feelings do not tend toward matrimony with you, I hope that you will respect her decision and part as friends.”
Watson: Watson’s eyes narrow. “Of course. As a gentleman, I could do no less. I thank you for your candor.” Watson gives John a forced smile, then turns to walk over to the Lattimers.
John watches Watson go, hoping that Fanny makes the right choice for herself–and secretly hoping that it isn’t Watson.
As Watson watches the Thornton’s and Dr. Ogilvy leave by carriage for Marlborough Mills, he turns his attention to their mutual banker, Mr. Lattimer.
Lattimer: “I say Watson, you seem very chummy with Thornton.”
Watson: “Well, we are practically family, afterall.” Watson gives his banker an affected knowing side long glance.
Were John to know what Watson were intimating, he would think that the man either suffers from a healthy sense of hubris, or he is completely delusional.
Lattimer: “Oh? I had no idea … that um … things had … progressed. Hmmm.” For Lattimer thinks that Watson is a tad old for Fanny Thornton. Or maybe, it is that he wants Watson’s deep pocket’s for his own slightly older daughter Ann who is still husband hunting–her having been out for four seasons already, the bloom is off of her rose.
Watson: “Yes, very soon I feel that I might be making an announcement.” Watson preens grinning broadly.
Lattimer: “Well, I’m certain that your wealth will help to shore up Marlborough Mills.” The sly banker lets slip most indiscreetly–hoping to dissuade Watson from his present path, and perhaps redirect him to his daughter, Ann.
Watson: Watson looks at the banker quizzically. “Shore up? Why should Thornton need to shore up anything?”
Lattimer: “Well, I should not say. But since you are almost family, you are probably already aware that Thornton’s mill worker reforms are costing him a pretty penny.”
Watson: Bluffing to get more information out of Lattimer, Watton speaks vaguely. “I knew that they would not come cheaply. And I warned Thornton of the imprudence of wasting his money on ungrateful workers who will only strike when they take a fancy to it again.”
Lattimer: “I have to say that I agree with you. I feel that it is a waste of money. But still, I extended Thornton the loan, and he is making timely payments on it.”
Watson: Pretending to know about what he does not, Watson asks. “Did Thornton go deeper into debt than I had cautioned him against?”
Watson is lying outright, because he had no discussion with John Thornton about any of this. It is simply that Watson has the glimmer of an idea to encourage Miss Fanny to accept his hand in marriage–if she thinks that she is helping her brother by marrying Watson.
Lattimer: “He did. More than 1,000 pounds is yet owed from the original 1,500 pound sum. And I don’t mind saying that it was one of the largest loans we have made for a non collateralized debt. Indeed, it was only upon the strength of our past business relationship–and Mr. Thornton’s personal avowals–that I agreed to enter into such a transaction.”
Watson: “I can see your predicament.” He intones sagely. Then Watson pretends to reflect upon the situation thoughtfully for a few moments, and soon his countenance brightens by design. “Mr. Lattimer, might I offer a solution that would benefit everyone? And save my future brother-in-law any difficulties should your trust in his ability to repay the loan be tested?”
Lattimer: “Go on.” He wonders what Watson is about.
Watson: “Let me purchase Thornton’s loan from you. Then either he will pay it back to me in less onerous installments, or I can forgive part or all of his debt as a wedding present for my darling girl.” He smiles broadly.
Of course what Watson is proposing is fraud, possibly illegal, and not good business practice. But then the banking industry in the 1850’s in England had little regulation upon which to stop such cut-throat tactics.
Lattimer: “I don’t know if that is wise–nor if Mr. Thornton would welcome a change in the status of his lien.” Lattimer looks at Watson cautiously.
Watson: “Well, you think upon it. Then let me know. But let us not trouble Thornton about it at the moment. If I do not decide to buy out the loan, I do not want hard feelings between myself and my future brother-in-law. And if I do buy out the loan, I want it to be a wedding surprise.”
Watson tries to sound logical in why he doesn’t want his proposition revealed to John by the banker. But Watson’s dissembling conceals his devious intent–sneaky and underhanded being too tame to describe his loathsome actions.
Lattimer: “Very well.” He nods. “I will think upon it and get back to you about the loan in a few days.”
Watson smiles and walks away–confident that he will have his darling girl, Miss Fanny Thornton, as his bride soon–by fair means, or foul.
The following day on Monday, January 13th, Baird Ogilvy, Fanny Thornton, and Edith and Captain Maxwell Lennox all take an excursion to London’s British Museum [(5)]. They are among a throng of people interested in educating themselves about the wonders of the ancient world and its peoples as it informs their understanding of the modern world. Fanny and Baird wander around looking at exhibits with Edith and Maxwell walking behind them a discreet distance away.
Fanny: Marveling at all she sees, Fanny smiles broadly [(6) right], then gasps. “Oh Baird! I have never seen the like! Why the ancient Romans had running water before we did in England!” She looks at drawings of Roman aqueducts [(7)]. “How is such a thing possible?” For Fanny thinks that the Empire–by which she means the British Empire–is at the forefront of innovation and wealth.
Baird: “Indeed, it is an engineerrring feat unparrralleled for its errra, Miss Fiona.” He nods sagely with a small smile.
Baird had been uncertain about Fanny’s interest in attending the museum, since her enthusiasm when he suggested it was less than underwhelming. But she has seemed to embrace it now that they are here–especially since he knows that she looks forward to visiting the museum gift shop at the end of their tour. Fanny so enjoys having trinkets to display, memories of shared activities and events in her life. However, they are not mere decorations to Fanny, they are touchstones of fond memories for her.
Baird: “It is, indeed.” Smiling warmly at Fanny’s enthusiasm, Baird [(8) right] inquires with a gesture to a neary by roped off exhibit. “Would you like to see the Rosetta Stone, Miss Fiona?” She nods pleasantly and they walk the few feet over to it. “The Rosetta Stone was the key to unlocking the mysterrry of the hierrroglyphs” [(9)].
Fanny: “How did it do that? It looks like a big rock with writing on it.” She flips through her museum guidebook that Baird had purchased for each couple that highlights the most prominent exhibits, such as the Rosetta Stone.
Baird: “Ach!” He smiles. “But it is the writing on the Rosetta Stone that is important. The writing is a text recorded in three different languages–including Egyptian hieroglyphs. So by understanding the other two languages–Greek and Demotic–Egyptian hieroglyphs could be deciphered. Here, you try writing a hieroglyph.” [(10)]
Baird retrieves a small writing notepad from his breast pocket with a small pencil attached to it. Fanny shyly shakes her head no. Then he draws an ovalled out rectangle known as a cartouche [(11)].
Then using a chart of ancient hieroglyphs by letter [(12) above] near the Rosetta Stone, Baird paintstakingly draws and then prints Fanny’s given name Fiona in a the cartouche [(13a)].
Fanny: “So my name starts out with a snake and ends up with a bird?” She asks a bit disappointedly as she wrinkles up her nose. “That does not seem at all ladylike.” She purses her lips primly.
Baird: “Ha ha ha ha ha! Now now, Miss Fiona, it could be worse.”
Baird: “Here is my name in hieroglyphs.” And he shows her his cartouche [(13b)]. It starts with a foot and ends with a hand. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!”
Fanny: “Ha ha ha ha ha!” She giggles.
Fanny is having ever so much fun with Baird–learning about ancient history, and also more about each other as they continue to enjoy the exhibits, the museum gift shop and then tea with Edith and Maxwell at an outdoor pavilion on the grounds.
Dr. Cameron Ogilvy checks on Lissa Dillard’s healing under Hannah Thornton’s tender care this Monday, January 13th. He finds Lissa progressing so well that she will be able to return to her family soon. Then he joins Hannah for tea in the Thornton parlor–while the Dillard children, including Leanna and Timmy, enjoy their tea in Lissa’s bedchamber with the maid Sarah. John is at his Mill office meeting with a buyer, and Margaret elected to have tea with her friend Bessie Higgins in the Princeton District. So Hannah and Cameron are alone–a rarity for them these days.
Walking into the Thornton Parlor, Cameron spies his betrothed Hannah Thornton waiting patiently for him with the tea tray already in front of her and he cannot help but smile with joy [(14) right]. In a little over a month, they will be wed–and he is very much looking forward to continuing to woo her. For though he has pledged to her to treat their marriage as a friendship marriage, he feels that their more than cordial and tenderly increasing intimacies of kissing and embracing give him hope for a romantic side to their relationship as well.
Cameron: “Ach! I hope that I am not late, Hannah me Dear.” He asks as he sets his medical bag on the floor just inside the parlor and he shuts the parlor door–for their privacy.
Hannah: “No, of course.” She smiles at seeing him close the parlor door. “A servant only just brought me our tea. I will pour.”
Hannah smiles and nods to the seat next to her on the sette. Still she keeps her hands neatly folded together in her lap before serving their tea–waiting for him to join her on the sette. For she and her fiancé have developed a small tea party greeting ritual of sorts.
Cameron: Sitting mere inches from her Cameron smiles knowingly. Then he asks her huskily as he gently clasps her hand in his. “Madam, would I be too forrrward werrre I to rrrequest the pleasurrre of kissing you in grrreeting?”
Hannah: She purses her lips demurely and smiles sweetly at him. “I would not judge you to be so.”
She lifts her eyes to his and gazes at him tenderly. For in the fiftieth year of her life, Hannah Thornton has found love and companionship with the feisty Scotsman before her. And her life feels full of joy and laughter–unburdened from her years of serving as a sentinel of strength for her son during his rise to reclaim his position in the world. And the deep purple of her gown also reflects her relaxing from her strict wearing of black as a widow.
Cameron: “Excellent!” Of course, he knew her answer. But they enjoy playing this teasing game with each other.
However, Cameron decides to take a novel approach to today’s tea greeting kiss and he stands and invites her to stand up with him. She does, but looks up at him with amused curiosity [(15) right]. They usually kiss while sitting down before having tea together. But she is pleasantly disposed to see what he is up to. Then Cameron makes his bold plan known to Hannah as he wraps his arms around her in a tender embrace, and he guides her to put her arms around his shoulders. The thumb of her hand innocently grazes his ear as her hands come to rest behind his neck and shoulders.
Hannah: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to touch …”
Hannah blushes shyly–she has never touched Cameron’s ears before, nor even caressed the back of his head, nor his neck. But as her hands rest lightly over and behind his shoulders, she is doing both just now. She tentatively strokes the back of his head and feels the fine soft short hairs covering his nicely rounded head–and she cannot help but notice his broad shoulder muscles, even through his jacket. And her lightly hesitant touch causes him to shudder with desire even as he gazes upon the creamy expanse of her own shoulders..
Cameron: “Hmmmm!” He growls.
Then as he pulls her body close to his, Cameron fits his mouth to Hannah’s mouth in fiercely tender kisses that are more passionate than any he has showered her with before. He kisses her again, and again, and again, and again–his mouth opening and closing, entreating her lips to follow his. She can be in no doubt of his love for her. And her acceptance of his kisses–albeit with some restraint since her mouth does not open completely to him–causes him to risk a further adoration of her. And he dips her as he leans down and kisses her again. But a woman in a tight corset can only be dipped so far.
Hannah: “Ah!” She cries out in slight pain for the confining corset stays gouge her in their now unfamiliar position. Cameron instantly lifts her upright again.
Cameron: “Are ye alright?” He asks worriedly, not knowing from where her pained cry came from. So he urges her to sit down again on the sette and he joins her there.
Hannah: Blushing, she assures him. “I am fine, Cameron. It is just that … well …” She finds that it is beyond the realm of their current familiarity for her to discuss her corset with him.
Cameron: “Ye are flushed! Let me get me instrrrument frrrom me bag and listen to yourrr hearrrt.”
Hannah: “My heart is fine, Cameron. It was just that, my back was unaccustomed to being bent backward like that when we kissed.” She fibs a little to maintain her sense of proper decorum.
Cameron: “Ah! I dipped ye!” His eyes twinkle with his broadly grinning face.
Hannah: “Oh? So that … method of kissing has a name?” She asks shyly incredulously as she pats the back of her hair–her hoping that no pins have become dislodged during their kissing.
Cameron: He gently embraces her even as he rocks his head back in laughter. “Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! Oh yes, my Love!”
His joyous laughter echoes in her ears as he pulls her to him again for another kiss–without bending her backward this time. Now that he has accustomed her to their daytime kisses, he enjoys every moment of them–as does she. As they finally pull back from kissing each other, Hannah returns her attention again to the reason for his visit–tea.
Hannah holds out her index finger to him, as if to ask for a moment to collect herself–and that their kissing interlude is at an end, for now.
Hannah: “Kkhh! As I said earlier, I will pour our tea.” She states primly with a small smile.
Hannah’s hand only slightly trembles in remembrance of Cameron’s tenderness in kissing her just now as she sets his tea cup on its saucer. She pours his tea without spilling it–and places one sugar within it as he prefers. Knowing and acceding to each others’ preferences–be it dipping or tea–are small but meaningful ways that they come to understand each other better. Then Hannah gracefully extends her arm and hands Cameron his cup and saucer. He also takes a lemon cake from the plate of treats before him and bites down–his eyes never leaving Hannah’s eyes, until she lowers her eyes demurely with a small smile. Cameron swallows the bite of cake and smiles lovingly at her.
Cameron: Then he asks shyly. “Hannah, me Dearrr, when little Lissa rrreturrrns home to herrr family next week, will you mind that I wish to still join you forrr tea most days?” He looks at her pleadingly. Though he must go home at night and sleep alone until they are wed, he cannot bear to think of his days totally bereft of her sweet presence. His love for Hannah has enlivened his world–as he has for her.
Hannah: “I welcome your continuing to join me for tea, Cameron.” She smiles sweetly. Then her face saddens. “But must Lissa return to her family so soon?” She asks disappointedly. Hannah has bonded with little Lissa Dillard and will miss her greatly.
Cameron: “Aye. It is time. You have healed herrr brrroken arrrm well durrring the thrrree weeks she has been here. Now it is time for herrr to heal the last month at herrr home with herrr family.” Hannah nods resignedly. “John has told me that the Dillarrrd’s new home will be ready by this weekend.”
Hannah: “Yes. John has converted an old caretaker’s two bedroom cottage on the Southern edge of an unused portion of the Mill property for their use. It is an experiment in housing for the mill workers. If their cottage proves suitable, then we will build clusters of one and two bedroom cottages in groups of eight with a shared water well and waste system. John has engineers and architects drawing up plans now.”
Cameron: “It is a bold enterprrrise! And a costly one, in the beginning.”
Hannah: “It is. John has taken out a sizable unsecured loan for the initial planning and building phases. When the building begins–perhaps in the Spring–it will have to be done in phases over several years, to spread out the initial expense. Eventually, the rents will support and sustain these efforts. And our workers living closer to the Mill–and with access to a clean water supply and adequate waste removal–should be healthier for them. And therefore there will be less absentism, and they will be more productive employees.”
Hannah still justifies their new more socially conscious mill worker programs by aligning them with positive business outcomes. But she also tacitly approves of the humanity in what they are trying to accomplish.
Cameron: “I think it verrry fine.” He smiles cordially at her. She smiles sweetly at him in return.
The remainder of the week is spent with cordial evening dinners between the two couples–John and Margaret, and Hannah and Cameron. Cameron also takes Hannah out for dinner and a concert two evenings, that allows them an enclosed carriage ride for cherished moments of privacy for hand holding, embracing, and kissing as he escorts her home to Thornton Manor at the close of their evenings. And John and Margaret also enjoy their private times when they have the house to themselves and they can eschew having a formal dinner in favor of the cozier atmosphere in their bed chamber or its adjoining sitting room.
The time will come all too soon for these couples when their idyll will be at an end, and Fanny returns home to Milton. And in London, Mrs. Shaw is preparing to say their farewells to Fanny with a dinner soiree hosting several very special guests.
To be continued with Chapter 22
“N&S: JT Love Lessons”, Ch. 21 References, January 20, 2014 Gratiana Lovelace (Post #504)
1) “N&S: John Thornton, Love Lessons” story logo: Richard Armitageas John Thornton and Daniela Denby-Ashe in the 2004 BBC period drama North & South, was found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode3/ns3-110.jpg ; For more information about this wonderful 2004 BBC miniseries adaptation of Elizabeth’s Gaskell’s story North & South, visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/North_&_South_%28TV_serial%29
2) Lacy robe image was found at http://girlwithaseriousdream.blogspot.com/2013_12_01_archive.html that has lovely bridal images on it; direct image link (watermarked Christian Oth Studio) is http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5xItdPWrWJI/Up_kflR2CtI/AAAAAAAAC7E/aZSD0gzjS7w/s1600/swan+queen+bridal+lace+robe+kimono+girlwithaseriousdream.jpg
3) John sleeping image is Richard Armitage as Lee Preston in 2003’s Cold Feet Series found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/ColdFeet/ColdFeet5/album/slides/coldfeet_061.jpg
4) John Thornton is portrayed by Richard Armitage and Margaret Hale is portrayed by Daniela Denby-Ashe in the BBC’s 2004 drama North & South found at richardarmitagenet.com/images/gallery/nands/album/episode4/ns4-336.jpg
5) For information about the development of the collections in the British Museum, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/British_Museum
6) Fanny Thornton image is Jo Joyner in North & South 2004 (22h44m32s63-Dec2813) Gratiana LovelaceCap-crop-sized-clr-brt
7) For information about the engineering marvel of Roman Aqueducts, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman_aqueduct
8) Baird Ogilvy image (aspect, drken,sized) is Simon Woods as Charles Bingley in the 2005 film Pride and Prejudice found at madambaggio.blogspot.com at http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dJFEabizaEI/UKAkFwXlJtI/AAAAAAAAANI/G5pZUxqcZGY/s320/Hugo+Weasley+02.jpg
10) For more information about Egyptian hieroglyphs in general, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egyptian_hieroglyph
11) For more information about hieroglyphs and royal names represented In Cartouches, please visit http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cartouche ; For some examples, visit Ancient Hieroglyphs for names found at http://www.rainbowresource.com/products/025575.jpg
12) Alpha Letters for name hieroglyphs was found at http://library.thinkquest.org/TQ0312440/Hcodes.gif
13a&b) Fiona and Baird names in hieroglyphs using info at citations 11 & 12.
14) Dr. Cameron Ogilvy image is Graham McTavish found at http://www.wearysloth.com/Gallery/ActorsM/30775-29923.jpg
15) Hannah Thornton was portrayed by Sinead Cusack in the BBC’s 2004 drama North & South Dec2413GratianaLovelaceCap (17h03m28s183)-Manip1-crop-brt-dressclr
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