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[dukes_daughter]

Rosalind cannot lie. Her boy's clothes do not seem to count as a lie (indeed, they are, in many ways, a greater truth than her gowns and veils), so she feels no compulsion to change them as she passes through the garden. She only feels an inexplicable sense of unease.

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[thinknotilove]

*hey, look, it's someone who would be devastated to learn that Rosalind has been lying to her! :D Phebe jumps up, beaming, when she sees Ganymede* Good youth!

[thinknotilove]

*deeper frown* Then she is not thy sister...?

[dukes_daughter]

*shakes her head, then winces and starts to back away* I must go--

[thinknotilove]

If thou truly must, thou mayest...

[dukes_daughter]

I truly must, lest I say what I know thou wouldst not know.

[thinknotilove]

What that thou would'st tell me would I not wish to know, unless it be that still thou love'st me not?

[dukes_daughter]

But that I cannot ever love thee, for-- o, nay! But 'tis that I cannot say!

[thinknotilove]

Wherefore may I not know the reason? Mayhap 'twould ease my mind!

[dukes_daughter]

It would not, of that I am sure.

[thinknotilove]

*more frowning* Keep thou then thy reason, and I will be left to think of all the reasons it could be.

[dukes_daughter]

I thank thee.

[thinknotilove]

*says whatever the Shakespearean equivalent of "hmph!" is and flounces off*

[dukes_daughter]

*and cannot help but sigh with relief to see her go*