It is a tradition harking back over two hundred years now; a tradition adhered to and continued despite the ongoing outbreaks of Plague, of smallpox, of political upheaval. Time waits for no man, or for the running of the Monarch's Stakes
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The Marchioness will not find herself alone for too long. A gloved hand-- gloved, even in this warm weather-- finds its way into her line of vision, clasping in it a flute of sparkling wine.
"My lady."
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Lifting her veil further, the lady in question turn to look toward the gentleman and the glass of wine in question. Carefully, she reaches out to take the glass, even if just for a brief sip. There are few these days, who would bring her a glass of wine unasked.
"How do you fare this race day?"
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"Well, though not rested as I might like. And yourself?"
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Perhaps, she's also, ironically, something of a romantic.
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After that comment, she takes another sip from her goblet. "I am sure there is more but that is the most obvious trait."
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