sarah woodruff


She looked up then, with and intense earnestness and supplication; with a declaration so unmistakable that words were needless; with a nakedness that may any evasion impossible. He slowly reached out his hands and raised her. Their eyes remained on each other’s, as if they were both hypnotized. She seemed to him —or those wide, those drowning eyes seemed—the most ravishingly beautiful he had ever seen. What lay behind them did not matter. The moment overcome the age. - The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles


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I knew it was ordained that I should never marry an equal, so I married shame. It is my shame that has kept me alive my knowing that I am truly not like other women. I… I shall never, like them, have children and a husband and the pleasures of a home. Sometimes I pity them. I have a freedom they cannot understand. No insult, no blame, can touch me. I have set myself beyond the pale. I am nothing. I am hardly human any more. I am the French Lieutenant’s… whore!


Myrtles Plantation -

Built in 1796 in Louisiana, the Myrtles Plantation is rumored to be one of the most haunted houses in America. It has been reported that ten murders have occurred on the grounds of the plantation and that it is home to a total of 12 different ghosts. It is also built on an Indian burial ground. 

The most well known ghost is that of a slave called Chloe. She belonged to Mark and Sarah Woodruff, and was forced to be Mark Woodruff’s mistress. When she was caught listening to business dealings through a keyhole by Sarah she had her ears cut off and was forced to wear a green turban to cover her injuries. Chloe started plotting revenge, so she baked a poisoned birthday cake to kill the entire family. Only Sarah and her two daughters ate the cake and died. Chloe fled but was captured and hanged by fellow slaves for the murders. Since her death Chloe’s ghost has been seen around the plantation, she can usually be identified by her green turban. The ghosts of Sarah and her daughters are said to appear in a mirror in the house as it was left uncovered after their deaths. 

There are a number of other ghosts who haunt the plantation. Due to the house standing on an Indian burial ground the ghost of a small Indian girl has been seen wandering the grounds. During the Civil War the house was supposedly ransacked by union soldiers and three of them were killed in the house. Since then a blood stain the size of a human body has appeared on the stairs. It is impossible to wash off and according to some cleaners it is impossible to get a mop or cloth near the stain. One room of the house is believed to be haunted by the ghost of a young girl who died in 1868 after a voodoo practitioner failed to save her. It is said that she practices voodoo on whoever spends the night in her room. Another ghost is that of William Drew Winter who was shot on the porch of the house, he managed to stagger inside and up the stairs until he collapsed and died on the 17th step. His ghost has been seen staggering up the stairs but it disappears when it reaches the 17th step. 


It was not so much what was positively in that face which remain with him after that first meeting, but all that was not as he had expected; for theirs was an age when the favoured feminine look was the demure, the obedient, the shy. It was not a pretty face. It was not a beautiful face, by any period’s standards or taste. But it was an unforgettable face. There was no artifice there, no hypocrisy, no hysteria, no mask; and above all, no sign of madness. […] All in that face had been sacrificed to the eyes. They could not conceal an intelligence, an independence of spirit; there was also a silent contradiction of any sympathy; a determination to be what she was - The French Lieutenant’s Woman by John Fowles

I did it so that I should never be the same again. I did it so that people should point at me, should say, there walks the French Lieutenant’s Whore–oh yes, let the word be said. So that they should know I have suffered, and suffer, as others suffer in every town and village in this land. I could not marry that man. So I married shame.
—  The French Lieutenant’s Woman, John Fowles