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Post by Sir Percy on Feb 4, 2008 18:36:05 GMT -5
Percy glanced briefly at Phillippe.
"If I may?" he asked, taking Vianne's hand.
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Post by Philippe on Feb 4, 2008 18:40:01 GMT -5
*Philippe stopped at the door to his mother's sitting room.*
"Therein lies your way, I shall not stop you, Sir."
*He reached down and gently squeezed Rebecca's hand, smiling to himself.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 9:43:49 GMT -5
********NEW DAY.**********
*Philippe closed the door to his study. Moving over to his desk he sat down. Dazedly he noticed that his hands were shaking. Silently he opened a draw and took out a brandy bottle and glass. He stared at them for a long minute before pouring. He had one, and then another as his hands began steady.*
"This shall not end well."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 13, 2008 10:00:13 GMT -5
*Then he drank a lot more.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 14:19:35 GMT -5
*****AFTER MEETING JUDE*****
*Philippe opened the door and stepped inside the room. He felt numb. Somewhere out in the grounds a small part of him lived and breathed.
And wanted to know his father. The cutting pain in his heart had returned. Philippe sank back into a chair a hand over his face. He should give him that, now that he could. But then, not only would he be betraying himself but Sorelli. She had already been harmed enough by him.
And Rebecca, she was so easy with the child, probably showing how desperately she wanted one herself. But he did not know if he could continue, watching her break her own heart trying and then, tell her that he already had what she desired.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 14:23:08 GMT -5
*Some time later, Becca knocked on the door and entered, muddy paw prints all over her pale grey skirt and a grin on her face.*
"Well, both boy and puppy have had a good romp and are now napping--Mona's keeping an eye on him."
*She approached her husband and paused, standing beside his desk.*
"Why can he not live here, at the house? There's so many rooms--we could have the nursery done up...Mona could come, too, if you like. They'd both be a great deal more comfortable, I daresay. Not that the cottage isn't snug, but...we can offer Jude so much more."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 14:34:45 GMT -5
*Philippe looked up at her and studied her expression. It was happy granted but there was something else, a hunger, which he had seen before.*
"Why, why suddenly now?"
*If not for the mention of the nursery he might have believed her intentions to be completely innocent. But there was a doubt there, he knew it.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 14:37:21 GMT -5
*Rebecca seated herself on his knee.*
"I'd like us to adopt him," *she said quietly, straightening his cravat.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 14:44:21 GMT -5
*Philippe flinched as if he had been hit.*
"Adopt him?"
*He did not really have to, and if they were to change the documents of his birth she would find... and Sorelli would never allow it. He would have to contact her. But how, how on earth he could do so whilst disguising it from Rebecca he did not know.*
"It had not occurred to me."
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 16:30:14 GMT -5
*Becca saw him flinch and bit her lip. Perhaps he only wanted children of his own to bear his name. Perhaps he didn't want children at all.*
"...if the idea repulses you, we need not consider it," *she said quietly, slipping from her position on his knee and moving towards the door.* "Forgive me for suggesting--" *She didn't finish the sentence and thanked God her back was towards him as she quickly covered the heartache evident in her eyes in that moment.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 16:33:20 GMT -5
*Philippe sighed, it was astonishing that she could become attached to someone who was not her own child so quickly. Whilst part of him would usually give in to her he knew he could not, on this point at least.*
"They could move to the house, I will consider the rest. It is a complicated business."
*That was all he could offer until he had seen Angeline again.*
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 16:55:50 GMT -5
"You are right, of course. I only thought--"
*She swallowed.*
"We both would not wish for Raoul to inherit. He's...unstable." *She shivered, recalling how her brother-in-law had looked at her from time to time.*
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 17:07:07 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded slowly, he had not considered that.*
"I see your point, I shall what I can do."
*He smiled kindly at her.*
"This has nothing at all to do with the goodness of your heart then?"
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Post by Rebecca on Mar 11, 2008 17:18:39 GMT -5
*Becca rubbed her forehead.*
"I don't know. Am I being charitable or selfish?" *she smiled weakly.* "I would love him. I do love him, as if--even if he's not ours...truly...in a legal sense..."
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Post by Philippe on Mar 11, 2008 17:36:01 GMT -5
*But he was. Philippe thought, his at least. Though, he realised she had interacted easily with him, as he could not.*
"Perhaps both, though I do not think you are wrong."
*He did not. If the situation was truly as she thought he would agree with her. He smiled weakly.*
"We shall fetch them tomorrow."
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