And now you have to write a story in the style of a Georgette Heyer, because clearly it is crying out to be done. So here's help - probably not the kind you wanted.
1. "When you become excited, my dear Rodney, you remind me of an agitated sheep. Quite irresistible, believe me."
2. "Well, I'll be damned!"
"The prospect" said John, bored "leaves me unmoved."
3. "If you can contrive to come out of what would appear to be a catalepsy, assemble the few wits God gave you and attend to me, I trust I may be able to allay your brotherly anxiety"
4. Rodney made a sound rather like that of an infuriated kitten, and flounced out of the room.
5. John was conscious, not of a burning desire to fold him in his arms and kiss away his melancholy, but of irritation.
Don't tempt me further! It's already too tempting! (Aside from, you know, the fact I really don't know the period well enough to ape it for more than a paragraph or two.)
1. *DIES* I just. Oh god. You win forever.
2. *snickers madly* That? Could be CANON.
3. Nggggggggh.
4. *snickers* And again with the exceptionally canon feel to it. Oh, Rodney.
5. And double so for that. *is tempted ever more, despite her best intentions* *shakes fist in your direction!*
1. "When you become excited, my dear Rodney, you remind me of an agitated sheep. Quite irresistible, believe me."
2. "Well, I'll be damned!"
"The prospect" said John, bored "leaves me unmoved."
3. "If you can contrive to come out of what would appear to be a catalepsy, assemble the few wits God gave you and attend to me, I trust I may be able to allay your brotherly anxiety"
4. Rodney made a sound rather like that of an infuriated kitten, and flounced out of the room.
5. John was conscious, not of a burning desire to fold him in his arms and kiss away his melancholy, but of irritation.
Aaaaaaaand GO!
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1. *DIES* I just. Oh god. You win forever.
2. *snickers madly* That? Could be CANON.
3. Nggggggggh.
4. *snickers* And again with the exceptionally canon feel to it. Oh, Rodney.
5. And double so for that. *is tempted ever more, despite her best intentions* *shakes fist in your direction!*
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By the time you've read ten on the trot you could write Regency in your sleep. And look! Someone's already done all the research for you. Yay!
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Also, ack, broken link possibly?
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Try this instead.
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