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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 16:52:04 GMT -5
*María smiled sadly and sighed.*
"I am glad you allow me to help you, Monsieur John. Even though I admit my heart bleeds for those unfortunate enough to land in those horrible places. I was coming here to ask you what you need in the next shipment I'm sending."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 17:02:58 GMT -5
"Milady this is more than enough for a while, thank you."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 17:09:53 GMT -5
*María smiled warmly.*
"I am only glad to help. Do you promise to let me know when you need more?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 17:12:44 GMT -5
He wasn't exactly sure if he could, but he promised her anyway.
"Please milady, I must get back to sorting this out and I'm sure you'd rather not sitting around doing silly things like counting blankets."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 17:14:42 GMT -5
*María looked over at him from the side.*
"Why are you so sure of that?"
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 17:19:10 GMT -5
"Because not even I enjoy counting blankets" he laughed.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 17:29:16 GMT -5
*María smiled and sat down by the table.*
"No? Then let me do it. I don't mind."
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 17:33:45 GMT -5
John stared at her, in truth, and he felt terrible for thinking it, he simply wanted the woman to leave, he felt held down by her presence, by her status, by how, although she didn't know it, she was pushing her wealth in his face.
But he was not a rude man and sat down with a smile.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 17:44:46 GMT -5
*María started counting the blankets, she also labeled them, and made sure there were no holes in them. She was eager at her work. The first time someone had allowed her to work. She tried to work as fast as she could, out of fear that John would be displeased with her if she failed. Her head was slightly bowed the entire time, and her long dark curls were falling down her back.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 17:50:08 GMT -5
John separated the bottles of medicine and put them in to safe boxes.
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 17:59:02 GMT -5
*María had just finished folding the blankets into neat piles, when there was a lot of screaming in the streets outside. She looked up at John in surprise. From the outside there were voices quarreling loudly.
"Please Monsieur! Don't send my father to prison! Our family will starve!!" It was the voice of a young girl, almost a child.
"Then he should have payed his taxes." It was a rough male voice, obviously a policeman.
"But Monsieur, where should we get 10 000 francs from?" A female voice cried.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 18:02:03 GMT -5
John set what he was doing down quickly and ran in to the street "Monsieur!" He yelled out toward the police officer, the officer was familiar and he had seen him in the same position before. "What is it that this man has done?"
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 18:09:33 GMT -5
*The policeman had grabbed the man and shook him violently, in front of his wife and children. The wife was carrying a skinny baby on her thin arm. The entire family looked poor and starved.
"They owe his Majesty 10 000 francs in taxes!!!" The policeman snapped.
"But Monsieur, my husband is very sick! He can't afford to pay. Please! " The poor wife cried.
The man started coughing violently, with tears in his eyes.*
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Post by John Bristow on Aug 20, 2008 18:13:04 GMT -5
John blinked hard "Monsieur you will release this man immediately."
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Post by María Sheila de Lefévre on Aug 20, 2008 18:19:58 GMT -5
*The policeman stared hard back at John.
"I most certainly will not. He will rot in jail until his taxes are paid. And the family will be tossed out of their home and will have to live in the streets like the rats they are."
Maria was standing in the doorway, but discreetly stepping to one side. She didn't want anyone to notice her. She felt sorry for the poor family, and she didn't like the policeman. She decided to wait, to see what John would do now.*
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