The door opens, and the warm air that wafts in brings with it the enticing scent of plum puffs and balsam and there is the dim sound of dishes clattering in a kitchen until the door swings shut once more and Anne seats herself at a table, with a plate of plum puffs and russet apples
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"Did you make all of those yourself, dear?" The light soft voice is warm and kindly.
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"Of course he has, and now it is that you think I am some sort of monster."
The light soft voice is grieving and weary. "He has been tricked, by the dewin his friend, and turned against me."
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The tea she was given is placed firmly on the table, and Anne gives her a smile that does not reach her eyes at all, while pushing herself back to stand.
"Help yourself to the plum puffs. I do hope you enjoy them."
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"It does not become you at all, to behave this way."
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Gray eyes flash, and her chin lifts.
"Then you clearly don't know me very well," she says, bitingly. "I was under the impression that I might leave any time, with or without your dismissal."
She stands, her delicate fingers on the table, and tosses her red braid over her shoulder.
"Good evening, Mrs. Rowlands."
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