*Pauses, touches coat, looks at Valjean, comes forward* The fiend follows after me, walks in my footsteps-- step! step! step!-- he gives poor Tom potions and thorns, blows and wounds, tricky words and twisting riddles, torments and tortures, gives all ill and no good. The foul devil has not given Tom a coat. I defy the foul fiend, I defy him, defy him; and the coat warms me. *Puts on coat*
Hello, my mad fellow! *cheerful* I wish you could hear the entertaining noises you've caused my typist to make: I can't call to mind a higher pitched sound.
Anyway, M. Jean there's brought the blankets, and I have the wine. Together we ought to be able to do something, at least, about your coldness.
*Runs at typist* Shriek, lady! shriek! for all who meet poor Tom upon the hill, upon the heath, upon the road, shriek like harpies! They scream, screams that hurt his poor ears! O, poor mad Tom!
*Tastes wine, sputters* Sweet! Sweet and strong! Fie, foh, fum; I smell the blood of a British man... Tom's a-cold. *Grabs decanter of wine*
*Stares at magical pants* Hark! an angel! Spirit, stay.
Keep them back, keep them back, fair angel! Let them not strike me, let them not tempt me, let them not torment me, no, no, do de do de. Take thy righteous sword and smite them! Or if you canst not, keep the foul fiend at bay.
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Are you alright, lad?
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*Pauses, touches coat, looks at Valjean, comes forward*
The fiend follows after me, walks in my footsteps-- step! step! step!-- he gives poor Tom potions and thorns, blows and wounds, tricky words and twisting riddles, torments and tortures, gives all ill and no good. The foul devil has not given Tom a coat. I defy the foul fiend, I defy him, defy him; and the coat warms me. *Puts on coat*
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Anyway, M. Jean there's brought the blankets, and I have the wine. Together we ought to be able to do something, at least, about your coldness.
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*Tastes wine, sputters* Sweet! Sweet and strong! Fie, foh, fum; I smell the blood of a British man... Tom's a-cold. *Grabs decanter of wine*
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It's that, my good fellow. *laughs!* Why, I've been robbed. But who begrudges the poor and the mad?
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Did someone call for an angel?
....well. You might want some clothes, my dear chap. *miracles up some trousers*
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Keep them back, keep them back, fair angel! Let them not strike me, let them not tempt me, let them not torment me, no, no, do de do de. Take thy righteous sword and smite them! Or if you canst not, keep the foul fiend at bay.
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...just put the trousers on, would you?
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Um. I'faithIthanktheefairangel. *puts on trousers, which clash horribly with Valjean's coat but who the hell cares?*
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You sound like a hot drink would do you good, sir.
-Emmeline
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