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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 8:45:21 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*Despite the rain, Becca had changed into her riding breeches and a white shirt and blue coat to go riding. She none-too-gently saddled her horse, but the patient beast sensed its mistress' distress and gently nosed her shoulder. She stopped and sighed, patting his neck.*
"I'm sorry, old friend," *she whispered as she went back to buckling the saddle with gentler hands.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 8:52:25 GMT -5
*Philippe entered the stables, already soaked to the skin. He saw her at the other side, with the horse.*
"What the hell do you think you are doing?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 8:53:48 GMT -5
"Saddling a horse," *she said calmly.* "What does it look like I'm doing?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 8:56:02 GMT -5
*Philippe gestured to the sky.*
"It is pouring with rain,"
*He moved towards her, his tone icy.*
"And that is not what I meant."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 8:58:02 GMT -5
"I'm not made of sugar. I won't melt," *she said, moving to the other side of the horse to work on the other buckles.*
"And do be so good as to clarify what you meant, as it seems I'm far too young and naive to understand you at all."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 9:01:19 GMT -5
*Philippe clenched his fists in anger. His voice was tight and cold.*
"The picture, was well done."
*He waved a groom to replace the horse.*
"Though I fear the direction did not match the result for me."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 9:03:25 GMT -5
"Perhaps if you were to attempt the portrait yourself it would show more insight into the matter," *she said with a shrug.* "I did the best I could. I thought you might like it."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 9:06:24 GMT -5
"And why would you think that?"
*Philippe continued.*
"Perhaps you confuse me with her husband. I assure you I hold no interest in it whatsoever."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 9:09:31 GMT -5
"Of course," *she said in an utterly noncommittal voice as she finished saddling the horse. She placed one boot in the stirrup and threw her leg over the other side of the horse, nearly kicking Philippe in the face. She gathered the reins in her gloved hands and clucked her tongue softly to the horse, turning him so she could trot out of the stables.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 9:12:25 GMT -5
*Philippe ran out after the horse and grasped the reins.*
"I know you saw that letter."
*He attempted to stop the horse's movement.*
"Hold, damn it!. How on earth can you have reached that conclusion?"
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 9:15:28 GMT -5
"Whoa, stand," *she muttered to the horse.*
"My conclusions are of little consequence, my lord," *she said coolly.* "If she makes you happy, then you are happy. Kindly release my horse."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 9:18:14 GMT -5
*Philippe grasped the reins tighter.*
"I am in no way involved with La Sorelli, do you wish to see what I had written to her?."
*He handed her copies of his replies, which he had kept.*
"Push me away for loving you but for God's sake Rebecca do not ever assume that I would have an affair."
*He dropped the reins and strode back into the house,*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 16, 2008 9:20:10 GMT -5
*The letters slipped from Rebecca's grasp and fluttered to rest in the mud puddles of the courtyard. She took up the reins and turned the horse towards the open fields, urging him into a gallop.
Inside the house, Rebecca's lady's maid watched from the window with some concern.*
"She should not be riding at all, in her condition..."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 16, 2008 9:21:45 GMT -5
*Philippe stormed into the house, swore at a servant and slammed the door to his study. *
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