'yet' Belle pronounced - he was an eldest son, and although there were other Dempsey boys, Ozzy was the one most likely in Belles view to end up a 'conventional' member of society. Endy and Don seemed the ones likely to be voted 'most like to die from Veela Syphilis' and 'most likely to die in a duel' respectively. Despite his rather unconventional choice of marriage partners, deep down Chris was sure that her brother would knuckle down and do his duty for God and Ireland at some point before too long. Their mother would surely begin her chirping for grandchildren before too much longer. And most new better than to set their will against Lowri Dempsey's.
Not that she had entirely resigned herself to spinsterhood- but she was tainted, mostly by her darling sisters gloomy nature, and the assumption by many that she was of a similar disposition, when she was the opposite. Porphyria was all stately melancholia. Chris imagined that her sister should like nothing better than to be driven from the house in a rain storm to get consumption on the moors, and die in a fit of low spirits. Belle was of a different passion - human life, even those of wizards, were short and to be filled with every passion that could possibly be enjoyed. She was loosing hope, a little, it was perhaps fuelling her revolutionary spirit 'Well it is likely that I shall never children and if convention is not going to be my lot, then revolution might as well be - mother shall simply have to resign herself to that' she quipped I am she added internally, biting back the comment and the small pang of bitterness that accompanied it.
Not that she had entirely resigned herself to spinsterhood- but she was tainted, mostly by her darling sisters gloomy nature, and the assumption by many that she was of a similar disposition, when she was the opposite. Porphyria was all stately melancholia. Chris imagined that her sister should like nothing better than to be driven from the house in a rain storm to get consumption on the moors, and die in a fit of low spirits. Belle was of a different passion - human life, even those of wizards, were short and to be filled with every passion that could possibly be enjoyed. She was loosing hope, a little, it was perhaps fuelling her revolutionary spirit 'Well it is likely that I shall never children and if convention is not going to be my lot, then revolution might as well be - mother shall simply have to resign herself to that' she quipped I am she added internally, biting back the comment and the small pang of bitterness that accompanied it.
I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory
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I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory