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Post by Rose Loveall on May 13, 2008 12:15:58 GMT -5
If he had really been a girl, Rose would have flirted with Oscar. He might have done it even as he was, if Oscar had been odious or forward. The look the boy would get if Rose had played coquette and then raised the skirts would have been deliciously awful. But Oscar had been kind, and Rose wanted to repay him as such, so he only said "Your apology is enough, sir. You meant no offense."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 13, 2008 12:19:47 GMT -5
"Indeed, I did not," *she said.* "A pity language is so imprecise."
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 13, 2008 12:28:44 GMT -5
"I do hate that some of the old expressions are dying out," said Rose.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 13, 2008 12:50:21 GMT -5
*Oscar nodded.*
"How can a culture survive with a language that is always changing?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 19, 2008 12:27:32 GMT -5
"For example, isn't it a shame that one is no longer understood when one says 'cast a sheep's eye'?"
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 19, 2008 12:48:17 GMT -5
"Is that so?" *Oscar replied.* "What does one say, then, when wishing to maintain some discretion?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 19, 2008 12:51:37 GMT -5
"'Look at romantically.' Loses some of its appeal, I think."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 19, 2008 13:08:31 GMT -5
"Truly," *Oscar said. Though she'd die before being caught doing so to anyone.* "Language loses its romantic aspects and its precision at the same time; doesn't that seem odd?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on Jun 2, 2008 17:36:39 GMT -5
"Really, it does."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on Jun 2, 2008 17:50:23 GMT -5
*Oscar smiled.*
"Well, Lady Loveall, what more service can I be to you?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on Jun 13, 2008 15:00:29 GMT -5
"I think I'll be all right..."
He was beginning to feel quite disconcerted by how pretty the other boy was. It didn't seem quite fair.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on Jun 13, 2008 15:09:54 GMT -5
*Oscar frowned, rather prettily, I'm afraid.*
"I cannot countenance just leaving you here, Lady," *she said gallantly.* "I must insist that I be allowed to assist you in whatever plans you have to reunite with your family. Or establish yourself in Paris."
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