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04-27-2011, 07:44 PM
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Mercy taps her finger on the page, thinking. "Perhaps we could take the girls on a walk in the morning. Early I mean, so that you won't miss any chores and I won't be missed for school." She glances at the musket. "I have been worried that my husband's rest has been disturbed..." Mercy sits straighter. "But we must not linger, understand?"
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04-27-2011, 11:30 PM
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Yes, I think that's an excellent idea, Maggie answered, clearly full of excitement at the prospect. Silas, I mean Master Spurstowe, is clearly deserving of a peaceful rest. Eager to change the direction of conversation away from the previous holder of her indenture, Maggie added, I think the girls would enjoy such a morning walk tremendously.
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04-29-2011, 09:41 PM
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Patty thinks on the walk back home, I should dig out that Flintlock that Dad left for me, I may need it if things get dangerous here. I think it still may be of interest to speak with Maggie about that native, or maybe we should look for him and see if he noticed anything from the other night?
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05-02-2011, 11:13 AM
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Maggie begins to find herself incredibly tired, not able to fight back a loud yawn. Fearful of such a display in front of Mercy, Maggie quickly retires herself to her room.
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05-03-2011, 01:38 AM
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Just before morning, Mercy dresses herself and the children, then touches Maggie lightly on the shoulder. Her face is more drawn than usual. She wears her mourning clothes; they make her look pale and unwell. "Wake and we will go." Outside the sky is slowly turning from black to purple. A hint of pink shows the promise of a sunrise. "Eat something, we will wait for you in the garden." Mercy and the children slip out the back door.
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05-03-2011, 06:09 AM
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No, leave me--
Maggie cuts herself abruptly, when she wakes, not to the frightening Agawam man, but to her mistress. She blushes red with shame, not only at her tone, but also at the fact that she has obviously overslept. Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I was having another nightmare-- about the Agawam man. Maggie feel she owes the woman some explanation. Maggie hurriedly washes face and teeth, then consumes a mug of cider and bowl of porridge that had been simmering overnight. At least I did not forget to see to its preparation. Scant minutes later, she emerges from the house to meet her mistress and teh children in the garden.
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05-03-2011, 12:03 PM
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After what seemed like a relatively short night, the sun begins to rise once again, the sky shifting from black to purple to pink.
Connie Baker awakens alongside her wonderful husband... Maggie barely tastes her breakfast, fearful of keeping Mrs. Spustowe waiting. Mercy seems almost fanatical about making sure that her late husband's grave has not been disturbed, but Maggie certainly understands the sentiment. Maggie joins Mercy by the garden and they make their way towards the cemetery. Approaching the path to the cemetery, Mercy and Maggie spot three men leaving the cemetery with frightened looks upon their faces. The men are none other than Richard the ex-merchant, Rory the trapper, and Patrick the fisher. After a few moments everyone spots William Crowley, the town antiquarian, making his way towards the cemetery as well... Last edited by Stormhammer; 05-03-2011 at 12:54 PM.
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05-03-2011, 01:23 PM
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"Well, I think he can manage but... well, since the sun is comin' up and all, maybe you have a point--I don't want that old bastard comin' into harm's way 'cause I refused to help him out... yes, let's head ba--" At this point Rory notices the women approaching.
__________________"Why hello there, ladies. What brings you to this place? It seems the whole town couldn't let well enough alone and everyone's come pokin' about the cemetery!" He smiles, doing his best to show he means the ladies no ill will by his words. "Why, we just saw the magistrate himself, not more than twinklin' ago, lookin' mighty suspicious wanderin' about here all by his lonesome with nothing for company but a musket. In fact, we were thinkin' of headin' back into the cemetery to see what he's all about and make sure he doesn't fall into some danger. Would you care to join us? It's a lovely mornin' after all, and company will only make the day brighter!"
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05-03-2011, 02:30 PM
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Richard smiled and shook his head at Rory's tone and words.
Why I do believe you could make your own cousins hanging seem like a joyous occasion. Um not that your cousin's been hung or that it would be a joyous occasion or that I would make light of such a traged.... On second thought forget I said anything ok? Looking at the ladies he flashed them his most brilliant smile. Ladies I am pleased to make your acquaintance. My name is Richard and as my burly, rough looking friend here has so eloquently put it we are going back into the cemetery to make sure that crotchety old bugger of a magistrate doesn't come to any harm. Would you perchance like to join us for the company?
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05-03-2011, 05:20 PM
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Constant always woke early, especially on those nights when she didn't actually get much sleep at all -- nights like this one. More than once she had started in bed, convinced that something was lurking outside her window... but it was probably just her nerves. She had gotten out of bed with first light and made breakfast for her husband, who woke up groggily, begrudgingly, his hair all unkempt.
"So early, dear? Really?" Gregory asked while sipping some warm water, which was all he took in his mornings. He wasn't a lethargic man, but he did appreciate his pillow. "Yes, yes, I'm sorry. But I think I've a demon in me --" She smiled, then instantly frowned when she realized the unfortunate timeliness of her words. "I just mean that I've got to get out of the house, away from the sewing, for a while, and I want to do so while the air is fresh!" Her explanation was strained, her forehead a little too furrowed. Gregory frowned, but tried to joke: "...'away from the sewing'? Who are you, and what have you done with my wife?" But Connie had already bustled out the door, having stuffed the finished petticoat (for Mercy's little girl) inside a carpet-bag. Gregory shrugged and began to dress... ... Constant was simply wandering around the town. She had hoped that the early hour would mean she could avoid running into anyone, but obviously she had picked the wrong day for an early-morning stroll. As she rounded a corner, she found herself within shouting distance of -- well, it seemed like the whole town! She recognized the men -- they weren't her sort -- but also Mercy and the serving girl. Thinking of the petticoat in her bag, she thought that it would be just as well to deliver the garment now, rather than later. "Mrs. Spurstowe! O Mrs. Spurstowe!" Constant waved her arms (she wasn't one for subtlety) and trundled toward the gathering. "Why, goodness. Fancy seeing you here, and with all this company!" The statement was of fact, but it was pronounced as a question -- Mercy, what the hell are you doing out here with these men? was the undertone, which would be all too clear to Mercy, surely.
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05-03-2011, 06:59 PM
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Caught between her mistress and the trio of men, Maggie looks up with a start at the approaching seamstress. Knowing that it would be inappropriate for her to initiate conversation with either party in the presence of her mistress, Maggie simply curtsies, first to the men, then to Constance. There'll be time enough for me to speak when and if called upon.
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