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Post by Anne on Oct 17, 2008 5:46:05 GMT -5
"...part of me still wishes my hair were brown..." *sighed Anne wistfully as they walked across the bridge.* "That is a feat even beyond my imagination, ever since I was small. I paid the price of vanity, though--I accidentally dyed it green."
*She could still hold out hope that her hair was darkening into auburn.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 18, 2008 0:25:47 GMT -5
Darcy chuckled.
"It was a punishment that well fit the crime," he said. "But now you are merely attempting to draw further compliment--my sister, too, has praised your coloring."
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Post by Anne on Oct 18, 2008 3:02:00 GMT -5
"Well you and she are a decided minority in the world. I often wonder whether it was my father or my mother whose hair I have."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 18, 2008 13:47:30 GMT -5
Darcy was silent a moment, with little to say on the subject of unknown parentage. It was remarkable, in fact, that he had advanced so far as to feel merely uncomfortable and undecided on a course of conversation.
"I suppose one might wonder at Georgiana and I being brother and sister, had they not known our parents," he offered after a moment. "So different is our coloring. Which parent do you imagine you favour?"
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Post by Anne on Oct 18, 2008 14:31:13 GMT -5
"...somehow, my father, I think. I've always imagined my mother to be very beautiful."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 20, 2008 11:20:19 GMT -5
Darcy merely laughed--he could not help it. Her dire opinion of her own beauty seemed completely genuine, which perhaps made it charming. But he found her combination of forwardness and insecurity fascinating.
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Post by Anne on Oct 20, 2008 14:47:03 GMT -5
*Wonder of wonders--Darcy's laugh was rare, but by God, it was infectious. Anne laughed softly, herself, shaking her head.*
"What, though she was only a teacher and she died young and poor, she COULD have been beautiful!" *she insisted, thinking he was incredulous as to her imaginings.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 20, 2008 15:47:01 GMT -5
"I have no doubt of it," Darcy assured her, his eyes still bright with humor, "though it by no means precludes your resemblance to her."
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Post by Anne on Oct 20, 2008 15:55:12 GMT -5
*Anne looked doubtful.*
"Perhaps I have her nose," *she ventured.* "I have a decidedly nice nose."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 20, 2008 16:02:03 GMT -5
"Decidedly," Darcy agreed solemnly, nodding.
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Post by Anne on Oct 20, 2008 16:05:26 GMT -5
"Thank you, sir," *she said with a laugh, half-hanging over the railing of the bridge and looking down into the water at their rippled reflection.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 20, 2008 16:09:24 GMT -5
Darcy watched her profile for a moment.
"This is a lovely spot," he said, his eyes drifting finally to take it in.
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Post by Anne on Oct 20, 2008 16:12:20 GMT -5
"This place holds so many memories," *said Anne with a sigh.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Oct 20, 2008 16:14:22 GMT -5
"Good, bad or indifferent?" Darcy asked quietly. "Or all three?"
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Post by Anne on Oct 20, 2008 16:19:14 GMT -5
"Nothing's so black and white as it is in novels," *said Anne.* "Certainly all three, I suppose; though largely good or indifferent. I left most of my bad memories behind me when I came to Avonlea."
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