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What a gentleman you are sir,

You are beginning to think my thoughts for me. Forsooth, I feel the stars themselves are looking kindly upon us.

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:26, archived)

to make my position clear

I'm only here as a governess because I don't know that my real father, the count, is on his deathbed. Hence the pending inheritance. Is that more acceptable?

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:27, archived)

You really should go on the game, you know

A much more reputable profession for a woman. Oh! The very phrase "profession for a woman" makes me fell quite ill. Heavens! I think I need to play the piano or do some sewing.

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:30, archived)

can you darn the gusset on my pantaloons

i seem to have worn them through!

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:31, archived)

Certainly not!

What am I your pantaloon gusset sewing maiden?

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:33, archived)

yes

yes you are, i pay you don't i?

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:34, archived)

Sir,

you boil my blood.
You are not fit to bear the name 'Baron' nor are you fit to remove the scum from a pigs back with your tongue!!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:35, archived)

one jests sir, i have removed much scum from many a pigs back..

and ones mother has never aired a grevance

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:37, archived)

Once more sir,

you have insulted me and my good mother.
I must soon leave for China and will not till you have left B3tashire House taking your most foul manners and tongue with you!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:40, archived)

You cannot leave us at this time of peril

There are cads, bounders, blackguards and scoundrels at the door. Who will protect us from this bed of immorality?

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:43, archived)

I must leave in

half an hour, but will return around twoish.
I think you will be safe till then, My butler Podbury will be here to safeguard you.
And Lord Newington is a man of high morals, he will protect you.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:45, archived)

i shall take this charge

with the gladdest of hearts

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new_matt, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:49, archived)

I feel somewhat safer

But wait with bated breath for the return of the beloved Squire

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:50, archived)

madam

there really is no answer to that.

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new_matt, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:54, archived)

As you wish

my liege

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Mornington Crescent Come the Envolution ..., Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:05, archived)

you do look a bit pale

perhaps you should lie down in a darkened room?

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:32, archived)

i'll get the butler

to fetch a poultice

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new_matt, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:42, archived)

your kindness knows no bounds

Father shall reward you

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:44, archived)

surely

the young gentleman in your charge will turn out to be the rightful heir and you'll get your comeuppance whilst trying to sell him into slavery

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new_matt, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:33, archived)

he would have you think that

but it's been his plan all along to seduce me and steal my fortune. He is nearly 14 you know.

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:41, archived)

you what?

ah, i see.....forsooth etc

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:28, archived)

Sir,

I impeach you no longer speak to the good Lady in such a familiar tone. Stand fast or I shall be forced to have my Father lobby the club to have your Father removed!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:31, archived)

masticate on this you porcine vagina

*slap*

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:32, archived)

Sir,

you have affronted my reputation in the presence of a lady.
A duel sir, a duel!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:34, archived)

look over there

*points overhead and the runs in opposite direction*

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:35, archived)

A cad

and a coward.
Sir, you are unmasked!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:36, archived)

gasp

*swoon* (towards Squire Bovine Ludloe or some other gentleman, as I fear the baron would take unwelcome liberties)

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:34, archived)

come hither to krauty

thoust will get a good seeing too.

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M@rkoni, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:36, archived)

Mate, its not Shakespeare, drop all the the thee's and thous'.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:38, archived)

I shall scream

and hit you with a candlestick.
SAVE ME

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:39, archived)

As I've not been saved, and I must go to bed

please find my body floating in the frozen pond.

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:54, archived)

Or I could run off with the Baron

whatever. Night.

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:55, archived)

Sorry,

and good night.

I'm talking to a corpse.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:58, archived)

Podbury,

a Chaise longue for the lady!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:37, archived)

Immediately

my liege

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Mornington Crescent Come the Envolution ..., Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:06, archived)

For such gallantry

You deserve a proper swooning!

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:40, archived)

Madam

*holds hand*

Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to bring you round from a fit of the vapours.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:41, archived)

Sir

*What totally different feelings did Lady Catherine take back into the house from what she had brought out! - she had then been only daring to hope for a little respite of suffering; - she was now in an exquisite flutter of happiness, and such happiness moreover as she believed must still be greater when the flutter should have passed away.*

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:47, archived)

Tis a shame

I must leave you so soon.
My coach awaits at the gate and when I return I may be a different man. But know this before I leave, these past few posts have filled my heart more than any joy I have felt in the past years of my life.
I only ask a kiss before I leave.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:51, archived)

Come away from the trout pond, good squire!

Perchance you may fall in and then my heart would be torns into shreds.
You may kiss me, step a little closer...

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:54, archived)

I have

a firm footing.

*steps closer*

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:56, archived)

*chaste peck on cheek*

Oh Joy! Oh Rapture!
*swoons, swoons some more*

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:59, archived)

Right!

I'm off!

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:00, archived)

I have been

disgraced! Abandoned!What ever will Father say?

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:04, archived)

I say!

What a terribly odd fellow.

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The_Intriguing_Mr_P, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:04, archived)

Sir

You are ever so intriguing

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butchbint, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:08, archived)

Oh, I say!

*blushes*

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The_Intriguing_Mr_P, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 12:13, archived)

I've already swooned

if you swoon too, nobody will be able to scream or ask if anyone would like more tea.

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:42, archived)

So many ladies,

only one Squire Bovine.

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bovine I'm so old, even my old is old, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:43, archived)

you aren't doing a very good job of saving me

the Baron has had me for like 10 minutes.
I should get to bed anyhow. Should I be murdered or have an accident involving a frozen pond?

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gracielou, Tue 18 Feb 2003, 11:47, archived)