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“Got the morbs” was Victorian slang for a temporary melancholia — Dante
In a panic sort of reaction, she shut the door but neglected to make sure she was on the other side of it.
the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

when all that's left is immaterial
13th June, 1892 — The Caverns
The gang’s last little bit of looting had been less than a success, the supposed diamond nowhere to be found. Ishmael had gone hunting for a few valuables he could trade off for profits instead. One of the others, moron he was, had lugged back a whole chestful of goods. Those goods had ended up being all but useless to him.

But he thought he knew someone who might be able to make some use of them, so he had had Monty pack them away into a small, magically-expanded valise, and it was this case he set before Galina the next night, here at the caverns, where she was sitting – as usual, Ishmael thought – alone.

“I’ve got something for you,” he announced, almost idly, but he was eyeing her surreptitiously all the same for her reaction. In demonstration, Ishmael extracted some guipure lace and a length of a fine silk chiffon, but then dropped them and gestured that she ought to examine the contents for herself, for it was a fairly extensive collection of expensive fabrics. (Or, at least, the ones that were too feminine for Monty to have already stolen for himself.) “Or – a few things, really. I thought you might make use of them.” Galina had an eye for clothes, even if she did keep close to the forest most of her time. But she also had plenty of time.
@Galina/@Sisse Thompsett

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