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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:38:37 GMT -5
*Thatcher bit his tongue and slid under the surface of the water, soaking his head briefly.*
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Post by Sylvia on Jan 5, 2008 15:43:27 GMT -5
*Sylvia turned the handle and escaped the rock quietly. That wasn't so difficult. Perhaps she was blowing things out of proportion again. Maybe he was just keeping her on her toes. Even so, she took the opportunity to slip into a spare dress in on of the hallway closets and cloister herself in the library until he decided to leave. Of course, she had no idea how long that would take.*
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Post by Thatcher on Jan 5, 2008 15:48:03 GMT -5
*Thatcher finished bathing, ate little, and dressed, going downstairs and seeking out Madame Dahlia. Going into her private office, they sat and talked for a long while. Thatcher eventually left, returning to his estate, an undisclosed number of francs poorer than he had left it. He set servants to preparing a room, while at Madame Dahlia's a pair of maids were already packing Mademoiselle Gallo's things. He was helpless against the wolfish grin that curled his lips as he lit a fine cigar and went to work in his study. All Madame Dahlia had needed was an offer she couldn't resist...and Sylvia now belonged to him.*
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