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*enter a small, plain-looking young woman of about eighteen -- dressed simply, in a grey dress, hair without ornament, her entire demeanor that of one used to being overlooked -- but should one choose to look closer, her calm exterior belies a certain strength of spirit not common to those such as she*
*looks around, then makes a polite curtsy* Good day, ladies and gentlemen. I seem to have lost my way. Could anyone perhaps point me in the direction of Thornfield? Is it near?
Oh, yes. My name is Jane Eyre. *offers a small smile*
Typist: ...well, as threatened promised, Jane Eyre. A bit of The Eyre Affair canon thrown in, mainly that she knows and is afraid of Acheron Hades. And immense apologies to the old typist if she doesn't want me having her. And apologies to Rochester, too. -- Oh yes, and apologies for the username. Long story.
*looks around, then makes a polite curtsy* Good day, ladies and gentlemen. I seem to have lost my way. Could anyone perhaps point me in the direction of Thornfield? Is it near?
Oh, yes. My name is Jane Eyre. *offers a small smile*
Typist: ...well, as threatened promised, Jane Eyre. A bit of The Eyre Affair canon thrown in, mainly that she knows and is afraid of Acheron Hades. And immense apologies to the old typist if she doesn't want me having her. And apologies to Rochester, too. -- Oh yes, and apologies for the username. Long story.