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As clocks and other timepieces were expensive, working class folk who could not afford to rise with the sun could employ a “knocker-upper” to tap on their windowpane at a scheduled time. Knocker-uppers would work through the night and into the early morning. — Kayte
But then Miss Dempsey paid her so great a compliment that she wanted to hurl herself over the edge of the theater balcony in delight.
sobbing alone in front of a haunted piano

hailing all of your virtues as flaws
27th September, 1891 — The Darrow House, Swallowbury
He had given her yesterday. Yesterday, to rest.

So he had largely left her to her own devices as well, not wanting to dwell too gloomily on her injuries (– as good as self-inflicted, in his opinion; she ought to have had some regard for her own safety, in a disaster –) and too exhausted from his own experience of the storm to rehash the events at the Sanditon. And today he had gone to work as usual, though he had been distracted all day, and once he had arrived home that evening, he stepped out of the fireplace into the sitting room and did little more than scrutinise her where she sat.

“How –” Evander worried his lip with his teeth for a moment; shook his head, reconsidered; finally began again with the question that had been gnawing at him the most, if not the one he had first intended. “What on earth were you thinking?”
@Caroline Darrow
@Charity Lloyd feel free to cameo/eavesdrop/interrupt at any point if you like <3

Caroline hadn't wanted to leave her rooms. She had spent all day yesterday curled in the bed unable to hide the truth of what had happened from herself. Evander hadn't even checked in on her. He'd kept to his own room and then today he'd gone to work like nothing had happened. It was only at Hope's urging that Caroline had gotten out of bed this afternoon. Hope had drawn a bath and brushed her hair. Had coiled the locks up and picked out a dress and shoes. It was Hope who had urged her to sit in the sitting room and read until Evander came back, insisting she needed some normalicy.

So she sat on the couch a book in hand, staring listlessly at it, trying not to remember this weekend, the storm, Sanditon.

There was no hello when Evander flooed into the sitting room. He almost seemed worried, starting to say one thing but pausing then. Then his words hit her slamming into her like the tree branch that had pummeled her into a wall at the Sanditon.

Hurt welled up in her . Those were the first words he had spoken to her since the healer had left. The tone, the accustation, it made Caroline want to crumble to cry. She hadn't even had a chance to tell him the good news before it had happened. He only knew because of the healer, because of her own foolish actions. She wouldn't cry, she had done enough of that already. So she straightened her spine and looked right at those accusing eyes of his. "I thought I was helping." Her voice was strong, but there was hurt in it that she couldn't disguise and her voice was rough from the tears. But she couldn't let Nimiane out into that night, Nimiane didn't have magic to protect herself .

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