She took a deep breath, trying to shake away the melancholy that threatened to over take her. It was time like this that she understood why Maggie had eloped with Mister Byrne - there was a freedom that came from being wed that had nothing to do with love or affection, although she did assume that her sister loved the man she had saw fit to be disowned for. But perhaps he was right, perhaps there were some ways she could travel, it wouldn't be the same, but then how could it be, trying to change the way someone lived wasnt the same as living it herself, but then she had long ago learned the art of compromising what she wanted with what society expected.


Her mask of propriety back in place, the girl who wanted to ride flying carpets over the deserts of Moroco, or encounter a jaguar of her own in the amazon was buried behind a mask of polite society and social graces. 'Yes well...Thank you for indulging me Mister Fisk' she managed through the smile that didn't extend to her eyes, 'for the story...and' she struggeled to name the other service, listening to her moan?allowing her to vent? 'the other' she finished lamely, cocking her head to one side. She hesitated a moment and then finally met his eyes her own a little more earnest, and pleading than she would have liked, and without thinking placed her free hand over his. 'Please, I know that I prevailed upon our mutual acquaintance of your cousin in our introduction, and please don't think ill of me, but I'd ask that you not mention seeing me here, or...' she glanced casually at where Ana stood and then back to him, her blue eyes meeting his deep green ones, 'what I've confessed, I have much to be thankful for and...' she couldn't make herself finish, she felt as if she did she might just burst into tears, the exact sort of spectacle she didn't want.

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