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Post by evelyn on Jan 25, 2009 21:21:21 GMT -8
Evelyn hugged her cloak around her body as she slowly made her way down the roadway. Her eyes searched the shadows, thinking about how her father died. Someone could have poisoned him. She thought darkly. “Stupid people” she murmured looking into a building. Evelyn Mirabell thought of men as stupid drunks, not like her father. To her, lower plain people deserved to stay below people of higher power, like her family. Look at them, drinking, could be killed at any second and they wouldn’t even know what is going on. Her dark thoughts made her shiver in fear of herself; she continued her walk pushing away the thoughts of how feared she was of herself. She began to kick a stone with her leather boots, her dress getting in the way sometimes; she didn’t care if she got it dirty. Her maids could replace it or clean it, she didn’t care much for any gown her brothers bought for her. When her mother was alive, Lady Carrisy would buy her the nicest of all dresses and take her to the balls held in her mother’s homeland.
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