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Post by Rebecca on Apr 23, 2008 17:57:23 GMT -5
*Becca smiled sweetly.*
"We're the bitterest of enemies, monsieur."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 23, 2008 18:02:44 GMT -5
*The whispering grew louder from the corner. One lawyer made a feeble attempt to object but was waved away by the judge. Philippe sighed inwardly, the old boy was fond of drama.His hands began to shake, though he had not imagined himself so nervous.*
"Oh?"
*Pierre asked, a questioning frown upon his face.*
"And why was that?"
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 23, 2008 18:09:37 GMT -5
"While I was four months pregnant with my--our--first child, she gave me a large dose of pennyroyal, unbeknownst to me. I lost my child and nearly my own life from the poisoning, and Madame la Comtess could not have been unaware of any of these consequences. Additionally, it rendered me painfully barren and Monsieur le Comte and I were unable to have any children of our own in the remainder of our marriage--indeed, I believe this contributed to the circumstances under which our marriage was annulled."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 3:39:32 GMT -5
*Then the room erupted into sound. The judge banged down hard with his gable and eventually, though several minutes later order was restored. Pierre smiled inwardly to him before continuing.*
"So, despite of the relationship between you and Monsieur Le Comte you still believe, holding now no personal gain in the matter that he is more capable than the Dowager Countess in holding the estate?."
*He could not pursue the matter of the poison further, after it was not Heloise on trial. But it would make its mark.Philippe looked a little curiously at her. She said that it was a contributing factor but legally he understood it to be the whole. His nature he knew had been taken into consideration but- had there been something else?*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 4:14:27 GMT -5
"Yes," *she said simply.* "Monsieur le Comte has the well-being of others to see to. He always has done, and always will. Madame is concerned for no one but herself."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 4:20:42 GMT -5
"No further questions."
*Pierre sat down and smiled tightly to the prosecuting lawyer as he stood. To be fair the man did look disconcerted though as Pierre muttered to Philippe he would merely further lower himself to get his way. The lawyer smiled patronizingly at Rebecca.*
"Miss Blakeney, I understand you have been through a difficult few years, it must be hard to have such a difference in age between a marriage. Would you say you spent the duration of your marriage living with your husband?"
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 4:29:41 GMT -5
"Yes, I lived with my husband consistently until the final months before our annulment."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 4:32:13 GMT -5
"With time of course in which you were ill I would imagine given the difficulties of childbirth. Were you completely aware of his actions during your times of illness?"
*Philippe felt a sharp pain in his heart. How dare he suggest that he would have deceived her in that way throughout his illness?*
((College soon- back later.))
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 4:34:39 GMT -5
"My husband was very kind to me while I was recovering."
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 9:52:36 GMT -5
*The lawyer nodded before smiled patronisingly at her.*
"I am sure dear, perhaps it is easy to be so under the influence of drink and woman. No further questions."
*He blurted before Pierre could object.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 10:11:27 GMT -5
"Though that may have been the circumstance, monsieur, it hardly supports your case," *she said through gritted teeth.* "I rather wonder at this line of questioning. You would be hard pressed to find a nobleman in Paris who does not enjoy his brandy and elegant women--and yet very few are run into the dust by these things. Monsieur le Comte has not squandered his fortune, nor is he likely to do so. He--"
--has a son to think of.
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 10:44:31 GMT -5
*Pierre gestured at her stop. She must not continue all he would achieve what he was willing to show her as, young and naive. Turning to Philippe he noticed he had paled considerably.*
"Monsieur, are you well?"
*Philippe nodded slowly.*
"I- am going to have to speak am I not?"
*Pierre shook his head slowly.*
"Not if you think it will harm your case."
*Philippe shrugged, he felt worn out.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 10:58:02 GMT -5
*Rebecca fell silent.*
"No further questions," *said Heloise's attourney. Rebecca left the stand and made her way through the crowd to the back of the courtroom, barely pausing as the judge called a recess. Even so, there was nothing more she could do, and so she slipped into the corridor to catch her breath. As the chattering mass of people surged from the courtroom, she felt a brushing at her elbow and glanced up to behold Heloise's glittering glare.*
"Take care, Mademoiselle," *she hissed.* "You hold no power in Paris--not as I do. Your father an Englishman and your mother a dancing girl with a patched-up history of scandal and dishonour," *she sneered.* "You are nothing, and you have crossed me, or attempted it. I will see you brought lower than the dust-bellied serpent you truly are, and once you have come to realize your folly, then, and only then shall I show you the mercy of crushing your skull beneath my heel."
*Rebecca stared at her dully, but said nothing, terror and outrage so mingled that they rendered her numb and immobile.*
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Post by Philippe on Apr 24, 2008 11:29:22 GMT -5
"Thank you mother."
*A voice spoke from behind her.*
"You have delighted us long enough."
*Philippe had merely stepped out for some air, he was feeling rather warm when he came upon them. The pain had increased it seemed at discovery but he knew he must stay calm. Rage would not help his cause.*
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Post by Rebecca on Apr 24, 2008 11:35:51 GMT -5
*Heloise angled her head to look icily at her son with a moue of disappointment. Becca dropped her terrified gaze from Philippe's and turned, melting into the crowd. She fought the current of human movement and broke away to duck into an alcove, gasping for breath as she unpinned her hat and removed her gloves. Still feeling hot and faint, she fumbled with the buttons on the high, tight collar of her dark dress, letting cool, clean air brush against her throat, which felt as though it had swollen shut.*
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