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Post by Rebecca on Jan 30, 2008 18:11:51 GMT -5
*Becca found her way back to the room attached to Philippe's and sat quietly. She had some light breakfast, thinking perhaps she was merely hungry, but she still found herself feeling restless, fevered, and strangely weak in general. She wrung out a cloth in cool water and sent a servant for the doctor, fearing a relapse of her recent fever.
The doctor came and pronounced her to be in fine health, and hearing of her recent marriage, he gave her a knowing look and suggested she perhaps try some light exercise before sleeping and left.
Becca, still feeling much too hot, changed into a thin summer nightgown and lay down, trying to sleep, periodically pressing the cool compress to her forehead or running a damp cloth along her feverish limbs. The cool tickle of the compress sliding against her skin only made it worse, though, so she gave up and lay back in a strange kind of agony.*
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Jan 31, 2008 1:30:06 GMT -5
*Scarlett knocked but didn't wait for an answer. She was still trying to find her way through this big old house. Her eyebrows climbed her smooth forehead at the sight of the girl.*
"Pardon," *she said in her soft southern drawl.* "Ah get so turned around in this house."
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Post by Rebecca on Jan 31, 2008 2:21:19 GMT -5
*Becca smiled sheepishly.*
"I don't know that I would be much help--I'm rather new here, myself."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Jan 31, 2008 22:10:56 GMT -5
*No wonder. The girl looked a little bit lost. Out of place.*
"Ah see. Ah'm Scarlett O'Ha--Hamilton, just arrived from Georgia."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 1:25:50 GMT -5
"Rebecca Bl--de Chagny," *she said, standing weakly and curtsying politely.* "I'm sorry I cannot welcome you more properly...I'm afraid I've been ill."
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Post by Scarlett O'Hara on Feb 1, 2008 10:54:58 GMT -5
*Scarlett could see that. What an odd house. She certainly couldn't understand why all these people were here.*
"Well then you're related," *she said.* "Don't trouble yourself; Ah'm sure we'll be seein' each other."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 10:58:11 GMT -5
"Of course," *she said, with a weak smile.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 12:22:49 GMT -5
***NEW DAY POST-PHILIPPE'S DEPARTURE***
*Becca returned to her room late at night, exhausted after seeing Rudolf was well enough to be sent home to recover. She took a quick bath and tumbled into bed, too tired to bother with a nightgown, instead just pulling a linen wrapper around her shoulders.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 12:23:53 GMT -5
((...Ok))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 12:27:59 GMT -5
*Silently Philippe entered the room.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 12:29:18 GMT -5
*Becca slept deeply in her fatigue, curled up in a warm ball under the covers.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 12:30:54 GMT -5
*Philippe moved forward and testingly, ran a finger down her cheek. He paused, ready to leave at any sign of movement.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 12:33:01 GMT -5
*She sighed and stirred against his touch, but did not wake.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 12:35:21 GMT -5
*Philippe exhaled deeply and with one more backward glance left the room.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 12:39:40 GMT -5
*Becca woke in the morning feeling utterly rested and strangely aware of her surroundings--as though she had woken to the sound of someone else in the room.
She sat up, glancing quickly about, but saw no one.*
Strange. Perhaps I had a dream...
*She got up and dressed, going out to her favourite spot in the garden, taking with her a portable writing desk, Philippe's letter in her hand.*
Dear Philippe,
I'm sorry I did not get a chance to say goodbye before your abrupt departure. Clearly there are several things left unsaid between us, but you have decided it is best that they remain unsaid, for now. Will you write to me?
Rebecca Blakeney-de Chagny
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