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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 0:49:30 GMT -5
*He took her hand gently, eyes flicking to their joined ones before returning to her face.*
"I can't speak fer Mr. de Winter, but I know the missus has had her share of trials. But ye're right... there's different worlds within this one, and we belong to a different one than theirs." *He said softly.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 0:54:16 GMT -5
"Fine, expensive things are lovely...in books and dreams," *she said, resting her chin in her free hand.* "...but I don't know that I could stand them in real life, Mikey. If I ever wore jewels I'd be too frightened I'd lose one to stir a step."
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Post by Micaela on Jan 3, 2008 0:56:07 GMT -5
*He laughed a little.*
"I think ye'd look lovely in jewels." *He said, almost shyly.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:00:09 GMT -5
*She chuckled.*
"And what good would they do me? Cold stones 'round me neck or draggin' on me hands or them earbobs put through holes pricked in me ears..." *she shivered.* "Bein' beautiful sounds like it'd be painful."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:01:27 GMT -5
*He chuckled.*
"Ye don't need earbobs or necklaces t'be beautiful."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:08:11 GMT -5
"G'way wi' you," *she said, blushing, but covering it with a grin.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:09:28 GMT -5
"It's true!" *He defended.* "The only gold ye'll ever need's yer hair, Kath."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:11:34 GMT -5
"That's well, for it's all I'll ever have," *she retorted.*
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:13:36 GMT -5
"And what about when some lad finally realises how lovely y'are and lands a big ring on yer finger, Kath, what then?" *He teased.*
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:17:59 GMT -5
*She shook her head, staring at her boots.*
"I don't want a laddie who'll just think I'm a pretty face n' buy that face with a ring. I want someone more like--" *she glanced up, then looked away and shrugged.* "I dunno...more like me Da. No matter how badly things were, he told me Mam how lovely she was, every day...even when she looked like an untended pasture."
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:18:38 GMT -5
"Well I don't think ye've ever looked like an untended pasture."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:21:28 GMT -5
"I've never raised seven boys and a wee girlie more trouble than all the rest put together," *she countered.* "I imagine it'd take the bloom off of even your fair rose," *she teased.* "How many children do ye plan to have?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:22:24 GMT -5
*He laughed a little.*
"I've never been sure. Not seven, I hope. Preferably not more'n 3."
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Post by Kathy on Jan 3, 2008 1:23:33 GMT -5
"Ye needn't worry, I think--yer lassie's not Irish, is she?"
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Post by Michael on Jan 3, 2008 1:24:58 GMT -5
'Not directly. I don't... think." *He said awkwardly. He didn't want to talk about Scarlett.*
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