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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[loyalless]

You can expect those hogs to resurface until the day you die.

Perhaps somewhat less often now that you've stepped into the role of Lady Pendleton.

Well. Less often to your face.

[lostyourheart]

No doubt they've said far worse things behind my back than anything I've heard to date.

Would you like me to embarrass her? I could. All for you and your wine bottles.

Darling.

[loyalless]

Whereas they save their most sordid gossip about one Treavor Pendleton for speaking to my face.

Or they did. There's a chance they'll be keeping some of that behind my back now. Pity; I'll need to learn the latest rumors second-hand.

Valiant of you to stand up for my wine bottles, but they aren't worth your effort, plentiful though they may be.

[lostyourheart]

Well, I could do it because I am fond of you.

And because she is a horror of a human being.

And I am bored with samplers.

[loyalless]

If you care to go after Waverly, I'll make no effort to stop you.

What is it with you and those samplers?

[lostyourheart]

I have nothing else to do, have I? Wallace cooks, Johanna cleans, there is no livestock to tend, no wool to spin, no fabric to weave. I have read all of my books. You have very little use for me.

And this is, apparently, what Manhattan ladies do with their time when they aren't visiting one another.

Even then, they take their god-forsaken embroidery along with them. Oho, another handkerchief with little flowers on it. How cleverly we women make use of our time.

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[loyalless]

Yes, of course, I'm so sorry we haven't a cow or a pig shitting up the place, all so you can imagine yourself to be useful.

Are you suggesting we ought to rendezvous more frequently?

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[loyalless]

You know, you're free to bring new books into this house. We aren't utterly strapped for space.

And I do have books of my own.

[lostyourheart]

I am suggesting you have no use for me beyond our

"Meetings."

Not that I would object to an increase in frequency.

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May I borrow them?

[loyalless]

To be fair, I also have little enough use for myself.

Borrow them if you like. Only put them back when you've finished; I'm not going to force that task on Wallace.

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[lostyourheart]

Really. Have you ever known me to be anything but tidy?

Thank you.

[...]

Perhaps I could sit with you while I read.

If I am perfectly quiet, and make no trouble for you.

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[lostyourheart]

...

Please?

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[loyalless]

I'm not sure what the point would be.

You might try, if you wish.

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[loyalless]

And if you should choose to make trouble once in a while, I suppose I might not argue.

[lostyourheart]

Now, really.

What do you suppose the point would be, if you must guess at my motivations?

[loyalless]

I'm not fond of guessing games.

[lostyourheart]

To make trouble, of course.

And to be near my husband, whose companionship I enjoy on occasion.

[loyalless]

You ARE a walking agitator, aren't you? Unmanageable and delinquent.

What ever shall I do with you?

Aside from gracing you with the gift of my consummate company.

[lostyourheart]

Mother says I was an uproar from the moment I was born. I see no reason to change my behavior when it has worked so well for me until now.

Can you imagine it, if I were some sort of frail and shrinking little thing?

Like Venetia!

Likely I wouldn't be married to you, but rather some young and dull man in Sleepy Hollow How terribly bored you would be with me.

[loyalless]

Venetia? Lord. You know as well as I that I don't fizzle into 'um's nearly often enough for her taste. Nor do I know or care the first thing about ships.

There's also the fact that I've passed into the no-man's land of my forties. As I was so recently reminded.

In any case, I don't believe I would be aware we shared the same house. I'd know I was married only by rumor, and by Wallace's insistence that yes, there IS another living being dwelling with us.

[lostyourheart]

Speaking of Venetia, Cassandra witnessed a spectacle between Dorothea, Permelia, and that Beatty fellow that resulted in wine being thrown directly on the poor dear.

Not that I care for the gossip mind you, but we have been in this house 'mourning' for so long that even hearing the tale second-hand is a breath of fresh air.

If I do not have some diversion soon, I shall go mad.

I shall become a gossip.

[loyalless]

Please. You haven't the unflagging malice required of a chronic gossip. An amateur gossip I might believe, but that can be cured easily enough.

Have Wallace take you for a walk, if you're so direly in need of fresh air. Not that the air here is particularly appealing.

Cassandra. Remind me, she's the one who...?

[lostyourheart]

The new one. Short, with grey streaks in her hair.

She's a friend of D

She and I have mutual acquaintances.

[loyalless]

I have a vague recollection.

I assume we met her at one of those godforsaken parties.

[lostyourheart]

You did, yes. I met her elsewhere.

She's a lovely girl, and new to Manhattan.

And she hates Madeleine. You'll warm to her.