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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 12:09:41 GMT -5
*Philippe knelt before her and took her small hands into his large ones. He felt no other motive but to stop her sadness.This was unusual he briefly thought.However perhaps it was just a reflection of the distress she felt.*
"You did the right thing, no man has the right to take from a women. I shall think of a way that you can venture into Paris safetly."
*He looked back up into her tearstained face. Speaking firmly he continued.*
"And you are not cheap. You are the purest, sweetest girl that I have ever laid eyes on."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 12:25:11 GMT -5
*She half-smiled, turning a little pink, though she could not say why.*
"I'm safe enough if I can get my hands on a sword or a knife," *she said.* "You'd hardly think me sweet if you knew the hellion brat I can be. Some days my mother despaired of ever making a lady of me."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 12:27:42 GMT -5
*Philippe chuckled.*
"Perhaps, but it is no wrong thing to be able to protect yourself. I tried to teach my sister but she showed little interest."
*He stood.*
"If you really consider yourself well I shall leave you now."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 12:32:53 GMT -5
*She paused, and looked vaguely troubled.*
"I've seen the doctor a number of times regarding my illness, but...he won't give me anything for it, or even tell me what it is."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 12:40:42 GMT -5
*Philippe nodded.*
"Perhaps we should find another doctor. I know one, we shall go tomorrow."
*He clearer his throat nervously.*
"What... is the matter?."
((Bakc 20mins))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 12:47:46 GMT -5
"Intermittent fevers, it feels like." *She bit her lip.* "...I can't explain it, quite. But...something happens to me and I feel like I'm going to faint and sometimes I'm hot and sometimes I feel very cold, and my stomach aches and my heart feels like it's going to explode..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 13:12:54 GMT -5
"And is there anything that brings this on?. Food perhaps or a smell?"
*Philippe asked, far more concerned than he let on.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 13:18:09 GMT -5
((Going out tonight so probably won't be back on til tomorrow morning.))
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 13:33:08 GMT -5
*She shook her head.*
"Not that I know of--" *she said automatically, but then she stopped short.*
Thinking of you.
*But how would it seem to tell him that even the thought of him made her sick?*
((Fair enough. I'm burning the shit out of dinner and my oven is too small.))
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 19:12:51 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head.*
"Do not lie. It may aid your recovery."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 19:17:15 GMT -5
"W-when I'm around you," *she said softly, rubbing her arms against the goosebumps that suddenly sprang up along her skin.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 2, 2008 19:25:55 GMT -5
*Philippe shook his head. He would not. He could not believe that it was true.*
"Then how do you explain your illness in my absense?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 2, 2008 19:31:20 GMT -5
"I would think of you...often," *she said.* "The days here are long, and empty. And the nights are even longer and if I couldn't sleep, I would read your letters."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 3, 2008 3:40:44 GMT -5
*Philippe swallowed, his heart beating at a frantic pace.*
"Does it get worse the nearer that I am?"
*It was unreal, it had to be.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 3, 2008 3:51:33 GMT -5
*Her eyes fell shut and she nodded.*
"I'm so sorry...I...I just...I don't know what it...or what..." *she shook her head, painfully confused.*
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