My Eliabeth - Chapter 8

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A ladies  words are always filled with grace and goodness, in spite of her real feelings. She must appear to assume the best of situations, no matter how annoyed she really is.

-On Victorian Manners-

Chapter 8

 

“Don’t think about elephants,” William reminded himself throughout the long afternoon.

Considering that they were essentially trapped in a small room, they managed to find a stunning plethora of activities to engage themselves with for the remainder of the day.  William suggested chess, and Elizabeth agreed.  This effectively ate up the better part of two hours.  After chess, they played a few dozen hands of whist, after which she spent an inordinate amount of time examining the guide book he’d purchased for the rail journey.  He spent the time ‘sorting through’ business papers that needed no sorting whatsoever.
 

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