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The Language of the Flowers was a popular method to express feelings where words might be improper, but did you know other means of doing so? Some ladies used their parasols, as well as their fans, gloves, and hankies to flirt with a gentleman (or alternatively, tell them to shove it!). — Bree


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Ester Montgomery for Thomas Montgomery. The one that got away (with the pornographer...)
This boy, then. He wasn't new. Wasn't one of the worst people in the common room, those rotten rich boys - like Mr. Jailkeeper - who could not fathom a world beyond their own farts. Was a good working class lad, so he'd heard. Had a bit of a weird looking face, and a bit of a weird thing for preaching. Still.

Aubrey Davis in The Under-Sofa


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Out on the Front Doorstep
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Sarah looked at Miriam in alarm.

"Here?" She questioned, cautious. When she pictured fog, it was either the rolling grey over the hills here, that saw Irvingly nestled in a cloud of moisture and freshness, tucked away from the world - or else the heavy smoke of cities, that clung to brick and lungs and clothes. Neither, not even the latter, were what she would describe as angry, so she could scarcely picture what Cassandra had seen. How could fog be angry, how could it feel anything at all?

She glanced out at the sky, the sun gleaming down at them almost incredulously. Perhaps their sister was not talking about weather at all? Her predictions were hardly so - mundane - as seeing weather. Was there no other clue to this fog? "That's all you saw?"


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"Yes, I..." Cassie felt bile rise in the back of her throat and she fought to keep it down. Feeling ill after a vision was not uncommon but she had trained herself to be used to it and now she lived with a low-level nausea that barely bothered her, but she didn't mind it too much. It concerned her far more than she couldn't see further, couldn't see beyond the fog.

"She's coming," she muttered and immediately frowned, sun hurting her already tender vision and as perplexed as either of her sisters. Who on earth was she? And why could she see nothing of her but dust and fog?


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