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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 16:10:53 GMT -5
Richard finally managed to exhale in relief as Ben wandered in with his pail.
"D'you fancy 'er?" he asked idly. "Not particularly," Richard answered honestly. "Oh," Ben replied, in a noncommittal sort of way. "Mrs de Winter never fancied Mr de Winter."
Richard started slightly.
"I was under the impression they adored each other," he told the other man. "What do you mean?" "They fought. They fought terrible." "Oh, that's all?"
Richard was buttoning his shirt now.
"Yes, sir," said Ben. "They fought real bad in here."
He stared at Richard for a long moment before turning back to his shells.
"Just because a married couple fight, Ben, doesn't mean they don't-" "Fancy each other?" Ben finished.
He nodded his head very slowly.
"Yes, they fancied each other. Everyone fancied her..." Ben said vaguely. "That's what everyone says, yes. She was a remarkable woman, I've been told. Such a shame."
Ben was looking through the dim window and out to the crashing waves.
"She's gone, ain't she?" he murmured. "She won't come back no more." "No," said Richard, lying again. "The dead don't come back."
He pulled his coat back on, began making his way back to Manderley itself, and left the poor foolish thing to his thoughts.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 16:38:02 GMT -5
*Maxim was nearly mowed down by a distressed looking brunette, on his way for his daily cliffside contemplation of suicide down the lawn. He recognized her as a friend of Micaela's and watched, confused as she stormed up to the house. He continued down the path with a frown.*
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 16:40:01 GMT -5
Richard was still beating sand out of his pockets by the time he was almost at the staircase constructed at the cliffside.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 16:50:45 GMT -5
*Maxim noticed movement down at the stairs leading to the beach- stairs that hadn't been used in quite a while...*
"What are you doing down there?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 16:55:48 GMT -5
"Got dragged a bit, sorry..." Richard shouted back.
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 17:14:13 GMT -5
"Dragged? I'm sorry, if you weren't aware, the beach down there is restricted property. No one is allowed down there."
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 17:15:10 GMT -5
"Was not where I wanted to be, trust me."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 17:17:18 GMT -5
"Could that have anything to do with the girl who nearly collided with me on the way to the house?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 17:18:45 GMT -5
Richard groaned. "Yes, I'm afraid."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 17:22:50 GMT -5
"Care to explain?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 17:27:31 GMT -5
"She's, er, under the impression I asked her to marry me, and..."
Richard dropped all pretense of politeness.
"No. She's dreadful. Mad. And possibly a mutated rodent."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 17:36:56 GMT -5
*Maxim raised an eyebrow.*
"How unfortunate. Where would she get that impression, if you think she's dreadful?"
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 17:39:46 GMT -5
"I can't bring myself to correct her."
He paused.
"And there's also the vague suspicion that has a taste for human flesh."
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Post by Maxim de Winter on Feb 14, 2008 17:42:54 GMT -5
*He blinked, but chose not to comment.*
"Why did she take you down there, then?" *he asked, the slightest trace of painic showing his voice.*
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Post by Richard on Feb 14, 2008 17:45:54 GMT -5
"She wanted to see the ocean, we found the cottage..."
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