Ms. Everdene,I am writing this letter to you today in a state of confusion. Initially, I was enamored by independence, self-sufficiency, and confidence. I was amazed because you were seemingly unfazed by the horde of men expressing their admiration and deep affection for you. When Gabriel Oak promised to take care of and love you if you agreed to marry him, you refused him, not unkindly. You cited the fact that you did not feel that getting married to him would be justified. That is to say, he did not have much to offer you to warrant a marriage, your opinion.
After inheriting your deceased uncle's farm, you caught the attention of Mr. Boldwood. William was rich, handsome, and granted, he was an older man, but he was well-situated and an overall good candidate. It would have been a fortuitous marriage. Expectedly, you declined his proposal of marriage as well. To me, you were the epitome of female autonomy and strength. However, everything changed when Sergeant Francis Troy, a somewhat charming soldier strangely drew your interest. You ought to have known that Francis or "Frank" was bad news from the start. You give off an air of being a fine judge of character and overly heedful of the consequences of poor decisions, and yet, to my great surprise, you were captivated by Troy. Of the three suitors, Troy was the least agreeable. You claimed that you married him after he told you he was heartbroken over a woman more beautiful than you and that somewhere between "distraction and jealousy" you grew infatuated with him. Still, I will never understand why his little display of good swordsmanship was reason enough to marry him when Gabriel's kindness and selflessness were not, regardless of the fact that you ultimately ended up with Gabriel.
♥,
Islam
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