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1. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Nowsounds@...)
2. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Knave of Amber)
3. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Nowsounds@...)
4. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Jvstin)
5. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Brenda McCartney)
6. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Heather Mace)
7. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Dorothea Salo)
8. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Allen Veazey)
9. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Nowsounds@...)
10. Re: "I didn't know..." [LONG] (Jonathan Katalenic)


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Message: 1
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:28:44 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life.
> But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she
> slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no
> movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she
> should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal
> moment, when she was utterly his.
>
> Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here
> and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and
> Nola dead in his arms.

"Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out,
in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had
died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her
own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them.
Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something -
perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
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Message: 2
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:35:14 -0500
From: Knave of Amber <kris.kunkel@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life.
> > But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she
> > slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no
> > movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she
> > should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal
> > moment, when she was utterly his.
> >
> > Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here
> > and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and
> > Nola dead in his arms.
> "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> out,
> in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had
> died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to
> her
> own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them.
> Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something -
> perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...

Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a
handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.



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Message: 3
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 20:38:32 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> > out,
> > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who
> > had
> > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to
> > her
> > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of
> > them.
> > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for
> > something -
> > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
>
> Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a
> handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.

She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret
seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in
Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes,
which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she
asked.
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Message: 4
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 14:42:14 -0600
From: Jvstin <jvstin@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

>
> > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went
> out,
> > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who
> had
> > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor,
> > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy,
> > > to
> her
> > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of
> them.
> > > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for
> > > something
> -
> > > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
> >
> > Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a
> > handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.
> She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret
> seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in
> Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes,
> which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she
> asked.


James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by the tragedy
described. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then back
at everyone else.

"The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops and
rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, alone, to carry on
after the blood and fire."



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Message: 5
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 13:41:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Brenda McCartney <windeaglebjm@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > > > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her
> heart went
> > out,
> > > > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola
> Diamond, who
> > had
> > > > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this
> poor,
> > > > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme
> Fitzroy, to
> > her
> > > > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to
> all of
> > them.
> > > > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for
> something
> > -
> > > > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
> > >
> > > Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a
> > > handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.
>
> > She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little
> secret
> > seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around
> them in
> > Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under
> her eyes,
> > which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens
> now?" she
> > asked.
>
>
> James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by the
> tragedy
> described. He looked down at the ground for a moment, and then back
> at everyone else.
>
> "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops and
> rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board, alone, to carry
> on
> after the blood and fire."

In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles
looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was
weeping quietly into his shoulder.


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Message: 6
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 17:15:18 -0500
From: "Heather Mace" <hmace@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


>>>>> Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face,
>>>>> searching for something -
>>>>> perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
>
>>>> Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a
>>>> handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments.
>>
>>> She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their
>>> little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments
>>> that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then
>>> brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had
>>> become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?"
>>> she asked.
>>
>>
>> James looked shocked, amazed, and most of all, saddened by
>> the tragedy described. He looked down at the ground for a
>> moment, and then back at everyone else.
>>
>> "The endgame." he said softly. "The fall of knights, bishops
>> and rooks, leaving just a few of us pawns on the board,
>> alone, to carry on after the blood and fire."
>
>In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the
>spectacles looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around
>Florence, who was weeping quietly into his shoulder.

"So... did you poison Mr. Fitzroy, too?" Marjorie asked
Philip from where she stood awkwardly by the other evidence.
"Cause of Nola?" she said, not looking directly at Philip.




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Message: 7
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:09:00 -0600
From: Dorothea Salo <dorothea@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles
> looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was
> weeping quietly into his shoulder.

Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
"it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

<tag all and sundry>



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Message: 8
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:18:28 -0600
From: Allen Veazey <veazeyae@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


> > In the background, Cyril nodded and his blue eyes behind the spectacles
> > looked tired and sad. He stood with his arms around Florence, who was
> > weeping quietly into his shoulder.
>
> Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
> Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
> "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
> do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

"I don't know if they will, with the UXB outside," Warren said, his
voice hushed.



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Message: 9
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 22:30:56 +0000
From: Nowsounds@...
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]


>
> Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had been cleaning
> Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she said to her mother,
> "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't know how much... and I
> do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."

Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She gave Michael back his
handkerchief, and this time allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know
what the future would bring, but now, more than ever, she understood the
importance of the moment. She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her
to know how proud she was of her...
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Message: 10
Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 15:58:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Jonathan Katalenic <jjkatalenic@...>
Subject: Re: [MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

> > Pamela put down a soiled cloth with which she had
> been cleaning
> > Fitzroy's face. "If we can... keep him alive," she
> said to her mother,
> > "it's a reduced sentence, I think... but I don't
> know how much... and I
> > do hope the ambulance gets here soon, because..."
>
> Arabella nodded her understanding and agreement. She
> gave Michael back his handkerchief, and this time
> allowed her hand to stay in his. She didn't know
> what the future would bring, but now, more than
> ever, she understood the importance of the moment.
> She smiled slightly at her daughter, wanting her to
> know how proud she was of her...>

Nicola moved her ear from the door to the kitchen and
shook her head sadly. She had heard it all and was
overwhelmed with sadness... and anger.

"Oh, Nola," she sighed for the second time that
evening. "Why did you have to be so cruel?" She walked
towards the settee and sat down. One hand
absentmindedly made its way up to her hair and
fingered the combs holding it in place. Expensive.
Classy. Useless. She pulled hard, removing the combs,
looked at them momentarily and then let them fall from
her hand. She didn't care if she ever saw them again.
A few tears fell from her eyes, splattering onto her
velvet dress. Never before had she wanted so badly to
just be home.



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