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Post by Anne on Feb 4, 2009 19:22:46 GMT -5
"Not always," *Anne leaned her chin on her hand thoughfully.* "But it keeps life interesting."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 4, 2009 19:25:53 GMT -5
"I should think so," Darcy said. "And I think I'm getting better at it; with your example, of course."
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Post by Anne on Feb 4, 2009 19:48:51 GMT -5
"You flatter me, Mr. Darcy," *she said, less pleased about the implied compliment than the teasing joy she found in catching him out.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 6, 2009 13:58:22 GMT -5
Darcy offered her an appropriately chastised smile, the corners of his mouth just slightly bent up as he lowered his eyes.
"Forgive me, Miss Shirley," he said. "You are in the right to call me out on such foolery."
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Post by Anne on Feb 7, 2009 15:50:03 GMT -5
"If to forgive is to forget, then I'm afraid I won't," *she replied with a grin.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 9, 2009 10:50:15 GMT -5
"No, even I would not ask something so foolish," he said. "It seems to me that to forget is to render the forgiveness rather meaningless. Which is not to say forgetting is never preferable."
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Post by Anne on Feb 9, 2009 12:53:59 GMT -5
"I doubt you've done anything you wished you could forget, Mr. Darcy. It seems to me you give everything all the consideration you possibly could before making any decisions. I seem to jump into things without thinking at all, and I can tell you, my list of regrets is therefore long."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 9, 2009 12:58:24 GMT -5
Darcy was silent for a moment, memories turning over in his mind like leaves in the wind.
"You give me too much credit, Miss Shirley," he said. "It it true that I strive for such a goal, but we are all human. My regrets are not many, but they are no less strongly felt for all that."
He glanced over at her, willing that dim sentiment away. "But dwelling on them does not lessen their impact, either. Let us speak of happier things."
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Post by Anne on Feb 9, 2009 13:11:00 GMT -5
*Anne smiled apologetically, her brow creasing.*
"I'm sorry I brought it up...I make so many small mistakes every day that I don't stop to think that there may be larger mistakes in others which cause more feeling than I owe to my funny little collection of mistakes. One doesn't feel like crying for very long over a ruined cake or a twisted ankle..."
*She bit her lip, thinking.*
"...is Georgiana enjoying your stay in Avonlea? I think she seems to be, but sometimes she is so quiet and reserved...it's difficult to tell."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 9, 2009 13:23:05 GMT -5
Darcy's smile was reserved, too, confirming Anne's statement about his sister and extending it to himself.
"She is much like me," he said. "Too much, perhaps. But you may have it on good authority that she is, very much. She is already far less retiring than she was in England, which I put down to Avonlea's influence upon her. An influence I find by no means negative, either," he added in case Anne needed reassurance on that point. "She was never a vivacious girl, but perhaps that is her breeding. Still, it is nice to see her enjoy herself, as I who knows her well enough to see the difference can do."
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Post by Anne on Feb 9, 2009 13:30:07 GMT -5
"Oh, I'm glad," *said Anne with a sigh.* "Sometimes I never can tell what's best for people."
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 9, 2009 13:55:22 GMT -5
Darcy laughed softly. "I cannot imagine anyone truly knows that," he said. "Even for themselves."
For as certain as he was about Life and His Place in It, he thought that things might have been worse for him than losing his money and coming to Avonlea.
He might be married to Anne de Bourgh.
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Post by Anne on Feb 9, 2009 16:19:43 GMT -5
"Oh, well, then we're all doomed, are we not?" *she said with irritating brightness.*
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Post by Mr. Darcy on Feb 9, 2009 16:40:54 GMT -5
"Hopefully we learn ourselves well enough to know when we've found a good thing," he said.
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Post by Anne on Feb 9, 2009 16:55:12 GMT -5
"There's so many lovely things in the world. I should hate to miss even one," *said Anne wistfully. She stared out at the sea for a moment before she shook herself out of her reverie.* "Perhaps I've taken up too much of your time with my babbling. Rachel Lynde always did say my tongue was hinged in the middle. You probably have work you need to be doing."
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