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Mary Bennet comes downstairs in the same brown dress she arrived in Milliways wearing (now much more wrinkled for being slept in). She spares one glance for the wall where the door is supposed to be, then, looking neither right nor left, walks across the room to the Bar.
She has a folded piece of paper in one hand and the iron hair curler clutched in the other. Just in case.
At the Bar, Mary hesitates only a moment. She’s seen this done and it looked straightforward enough. She’s going to need food, but first things first. Stiffly, as if speaking to someone she’d rather not speak to (which is essentially the case) Mary addresses the Bar.
“If you are insistent on keeping me captive here, there are some things I require.” She lays her list down on the bar. “You may, of course, spare yourself the trouble and allow me to go home.”
The list disappears and, a moment later, a wicker basket appears in its place.
Mary tries hard not to look dejected. She’d much rather have had a door.
She has a folded piece of paper in one hand and the iron hair curler clutched in the other. Just in case.
At the Bar, Mary hesitates only a moment. She’s seen this done and it looked straightforward enough. She’s going to need food, but first things first. Stiffly, as if speaking to someone she’d rather not speak to (which is essentially the case) Mary addresses the Bar.
“If you are insistent on keeping me captive here, there are some things I require.” She lays her list down on the bar. “You may, of course, spare yourself the trouble and allow me to go home.”
The list disappears and, a moment later, a wicker basket appears in its place.
Mary tries hard not to look dejected. She’d much rather have had a door.