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Post by Alice Cullen on Apr 29, 2008 17:14:38 GMT -5
"And then he slayed the dragon an' married the fair maiden an' everyone lived happily ever after the end." *He said finally, as if all stories ended that way.*
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Post by Anne on Apr 30, 2008 2:26:56 GMT -5
*Anne burst into quiet applause so as not to disturb the other children.*
"Bravo! You'll be a famous writer some day, Sebastien."
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Post by Alice Cullen on Apr 30, 2008 8:46:21 GMT -5
*He shook his head.* "But I don't want to be a writer. I want to be... A LUMBERJACK!"
*He shrugged, and sat down again, silent once more.*
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Post by Anne on Apr 30, 2008 9:24:54 GMT -5
*Anne smiled at him but had to turn to help Mireille struggle with some of the bigger words in her reader.*
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Post by Alice Cullen on Apr 30, 2008 14:12:10 GMT -5
*Aimee appeared at the door.*
"David Pontmercy, you get those scissors away from your sister's pigtails right now." *She said calmly. David's head snapped to her, eyes wide.*
"But I wasn't..."
"Hand them over. You're not supposed to have them."
*Despite his mother's soft-spoken ways and small countenance, he obeyed, handing the scissors over. It was now that she turned to Anne, smiling.*
"I assume you're Miss Anne Shirley?"
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Post by Anne on Apr 30, 2008 15:08:07 GMT -5
*Anne hugged a ledger to her chest, her cheeks pink.*
"Yes, Ma'am."
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Post by Anne on Jul 29, 2008 11:36:08 GMT -5
***NEW DAY***
*The children had run out into the garden, shrieking for joy when Anne had dismissed them from their lessons, and she sat in the schoolroom, going over their papers and readers, making marks in pencil.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Jul 29, 2008 14:49:55 GMT -5
Darcy strode in, unannounced (for there was no one to announce him) and paced about the schoolroom in a state of high anxiety. He glanced once at Anne before continuing his perambulation about the room. His cheeks were flushed and his expression somewhat dire.
At last he stopped before her, his dark eyes fixed on her face as he spoke.
"In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.''
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Post by Anne on Jul 29, 2008 15:24:32 GMT -5
*Anne paused. Her jaw dropped slightly before she reined it in and folded her hands on top of the book open in front of her.
For a girl whose tongue was hinged in the middle, the fact that she'd been struck dumb by this announcement was proof of its enormity.
She coloured, doubted, and was silent.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Jul 29, 2008 15:53:24 GMT -5
No doubt struck dumb by the honor which he did her--and, he hoped, similar feelings on her part--Darcy continued.
"In declaring myself thus I'm aware that I will be going expressly against the wishes of my family, my friends, and, I hardly need add, my own better judgement. The relative situation of our families makes any alliance between us a reprehensible connection. As a rational man I cannot but regard it as such myself, but it cannot be helped. Almost from the earliest moments, I have come to feel for you... a passionate admiration and regard, which despite my struggles, has overcome every rational objection. I beg you, most fervently, to relieve my suffering and consent to be my wife."
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Post by Anne on Jul 29, 2008 15:56:42 GMT -5
*He was standing quite near to her desk at this point, and by the time he had finished speaking the import of his earlier, less flattering words had made themselves clear in her mind and she leapt to her feet, her green eyes glittering dangerously.*
"How DARE you?" *she snapped, blindly grabbing Alain's sum-covered slate and shattering it with a single crack against Darcy's skull.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Jul 29, 2008 16:12:33 GMT -5
Silence reigned in the schoolroom for a moment that stretched out uncomfortably. He stared at Anne, broken slate scattered at his feet. He wanted to turn tail and run. Instead, he sought his voice, finally finding a pale copy of it somewhere deep in his throat.
"I see," he said. "I suppose you'd have preferred flattery and dissembling. I am not ashamed of the feelings I related. They were natural. Did you expect me to rejoice in the inferiority of your connections? To congratulate myself on the hope of relations whose condition in life is so below my own?"
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Post by Anne on Jul 29, 2008 16:18:48 GMT -5
"Yet who I am is reprehensible?" *she growled.* "How would YOU like to have nasty things said about you? How would YOU like to hear that you're proud, condescending, and a poor excuse for a so-called gentleman!"
*Tears burning in her eyes, she turned and fled the room, the house, disappearing into the garden, not entirely caring that by such an action she could well have forfeited her job.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Jul 29, 2008 16:53:44 GMT -5
Darcy stood for a moment in the empty room, casting his mind back and cursing his temper for not allowing him to leave bad enough alone. A muscle in his jaw twitched and he took a deep breath before striding from the schoolroom and to the drive, where Horatio waited for him. He galloped off at speed, as if he could distance himself from the scene with mere miles of road.
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Post by Alice Cullen on Aug 26, 2008 12:56:26 GMT -5
**SOME TIME LATER**
*When Johanna entered to retrieve a book, she looked vaguely shocked at the pieces on the ground.*
What on earth has Alain done to his slate? I thought he was good at arithmetic.
*With that she exited, book in hand, to go ask her brother about it.*
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