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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 ( Submit your own)
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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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Alone in a Crowded Room
December 20, 1888 - Destiny Hotel, London @ The Destiny Christmas Ball
@Shawn Delaney

It had been over a year since Nimiane Bellchant had last been spotted at a high society function such as a ball. She had given up such pursuits in vein over a season ago and quite frankly would much rather have remained without them. They were always filled with whispers behind gloved hands and eyes that watched too carefully to her every move. No, she’d much rather have spent a pleasant evening in her small sitting room pursuing the latest novel or penning her latest chapter. Despite these sentiments she found herself in the middle of the Destiny Hotel’s ballroom.

Even Nimiane could not deny the beauty that they had created in the ballroom. The snow covered pines and enchanted pond looked quite close to a winter wonderland. But even the beauty of such a place could not quell Nimiane’s nerves.

The eyes that followed her across the ballroom made her want to hide behind the grand arms of the trees and shrink from view. The whispers followed her like wind in the forest. Even those dancing, or rather attempting to dance on such a treacherous floor, seemed to spare a moment to look at her with ridicule. She had, rather mistakenly, thought that with the changes to her life in the last month she might face society with a tilt of pride in her chin, yet she was brought back to almost a decade ago when her carefully guarded secret was brought before all these people for judgement.

It had been bad enough when she had first requested to attend the ball with her family, her brother had ridiculed her - much as he had when ‘her salior’, as Ben derisively referred to her suitor, had first come to her father to ask to court her - her father didn’t quite know what to make of the situation, and her aunt rather thought it the perfect opportunity to try and direct Nimaine’s attentions away from the American. Now that she was here she could see the idea for as ludicrous as it really was.

Yet Mr. Delaney had asked her to attend. Mentioning he would be chaperoning his younger sister to the grand event. It would be the perfect opportunity to meet the young Miss Delaney. She rather believed her public acquaintance with Miss Delaney would do more harm than good, but she trusted Mr. Delaney and so here she was - standing quite alone in the middle of an enchanted ballroom, wishing she were anywhere else, and quite certain that Mr. Delaney was not in attendance.

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