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Post by Austenite on Sept 29, 2008 20:45:36 GMT -5
Prudence Stanton was visiting an elderly aunt in Kent. She loved it here. Compared to her home, it was peaceful and she could persue her intellectual side without her mother breathing down her neck. Things were so nice here, except when her aunt got a hair to go visit the town. Her aunt was not a widely like woman. She was very blunt--to the point of making others sorely uneasy. It never bothered Prudence, because she was the same way. In that respect, her and her aunt rubbed along great. She was standing, at the moment, outside a shop, waiting for her aunt's footman to conduct the business that the housekeeper, Farryton, sent him on.
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Sept 30, 2008 6:22:05 GMT -5
Mr. Collins was strolling along the small shops when he spotted a lady waiting outside a shop by herself,
Mr. Collins walked up to the shop and hesitaited there was no one to introduce them. Very Well. "May I be of any assistance?" he asked
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Post by Austenite on Sept 30, 2008 17:41:54 GMT -5
Startled a bit, Prudence jumped, "Oh! You frightend me, sir. I am in need of no assistance. I am waiting on my aunt's man to finish up in the shop." She smiled, "But it is very kind of you to ask."
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 1, 2008 6:18:17 GMT -5
Mr. Collins smiled "It is the least I could do, Miss....?"
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Post by Austenite on Oct 1, 2008 16:38:43 GMT -5
"Oh! How rude of me!" She untangled her hand from her reticule strings and her wrap and held it out, "I am Miss Prudence Stanton."
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 1, 2008 18:02:15 GMT -5
Mr. Collins, took her hand and bow over it. "It is a pleasure Miss. Stanton, I am Mr. Collins"
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Post by Austenite on Oct 1, 2008 18:44:15 GMT -5
"Ah, the local vicar! I must say, I do not attend services as I should while I reside here with my aunt. She is elderly and is constanly in want of my company. I do love her, but sometimes it is a bit much, and I have to get out. So here I am with her footman at this particular shop."
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 4, 2008 6:13:21 GMT -5
"I see, and may I ask you aunt's name?"
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Post by Austenite on Oct 4, 2008 19:12:05 GMT -5
"Lady Carrington. She is my father's sister." Prudence smiled at the friendly Mr. Collins. "What brings you into town this fine day?"
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 6, 2008 6:28:38 GMT -5
"Nothing more than a stroll" he answers
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Post by Austenite on Oct 6, 2008 22:52:41 GMT -5
"You are the type for an afternoon stroll? I would have never pinned you as such, Mr. Collins. How fortuitous you are then, to be of somewhat robust health. I cannot say the same for the likes of those dandies who prance along the ton."
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 7, 2008 18:00:14 GMT -5
"While i do enjoy the occasionally trip to ton i do not care for it to much as it is very extravegant and the land the esteemed Lady Catherine has granted me is enough to meet my modest desires of the open countryside." he replied
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Post by Austenite on Oct 7, 2008 18:02:11 GMT -5
"Ah," she replied, "A spartan indivual? That is unique in the world these days. Eveyone must have a house in Town and horses and such. Not I. I would be happy with a house of my own and a husband of sense."
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Post by Georgiana Darcy on Oct 7, 2008 18:03:28 GMT -5
"I must admit to enjoying the countryside and my small parish than the grandness of the horses my ladyship does own." he replied
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Post by Austenite on Oct 7, 2008 18:08:55 GMT -5
She looked at him quizzically, "Do you not own any horse flesh of your own, sir? I thought it was the goal of all men of the world to own fine horses and such."
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