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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 10:59:37 GMT -5
*Rebecca sat on a stool by the great stone hearth, comfortably munching on an apple, her shirt torn ragged to make Rudolf's splint, her breeches stained with mud and soot, and her hair a wild tangle about her head.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:28:11 GMT -5
*Philippe slowly searched the house not really expecting to find anything. Finally he entered the kitchen, hoping for some brandy, anything to drown his sorrows. On entering however he stopped dead and gazed at the girl, calming eating an apple.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 11:30:28 GMT -5
*Seeing him, she hopped off the stool and fired the apple core into the fireplace.*
"Are you quite finished being a condescending, controlling beast?"
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:34:28 GMT -5
*Philippe ignored her and walked over to a large cupboard, returning with a bottle of brandy and a glass. He took the bottle, poured and downed the drink, trying to ignore the shaking of his hands.*
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 11:36:27 GMT -5
*She snorted and shook her head, pressing her hands to her face.*
"And he's a sot, too. Excellent," *she muttered.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:40:43 GMT -5
*Philippe drained another glass and placed the bottle firmly back into the cupboard.*
"The boy is well, as I believe you know. I have spoken to him at length."
*He shrugged.*
"You may do with him whatsoever you wish."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 11:42:42 GMT -5
"I know," *she said quietly.* "I heard everything."
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:48:14 GMT -5
*Philippe laughed bitterly.*
"I thought you have."
*He stood.*
"Now if you forgive me I have to ready the carriage."
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Post by Rebecca on Feb 1, 2008 11:51:29 GMT -5
*Rebecca nodded once and turned to leave, looking very pale, tired and dirty.*
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Post by Philippe on Feb 1, 2008 11:59:41 GMT -5
*Philippe sighed and asking for a pen and paper began to write.*
"Rebecca, It appears that living in each others presense have become intolerable for all concerned, especially regarding your friend. You must forgive me for that. You must forgive me. I cannot remain here as we are so I must go, I can bear to inflict myself on you. Your innocence is a treasure I value highly, as is your nature. By the time you have read this letter I will be on my way to Vienna where I have an oldschool friend. Whilst I am gone please take of all that I can give you. It appears that I can refuse you nothing. If you need to contact me I enclose the address. I am sorry for the distress I have caused.I ((Next line scrubbed out.)) Yours Philippe"
*Philippe handed the note to a servant and moved outside to saddle his horse. His belonging could burn for all he cared.*
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