"Wellard," Mary says, still sounding a little stunned as she turns to glance at him; then, her voice sharpening suddenly: "You are still ill."
A short pause, Mary's face visibly changing as she follows this thought to its logical conclusion - namely, that Wellard and the Black Rider should not be in the same vicinity - before she takes a stiff, determined hold onto Wellard's hand.
"You must come with me," she says, loudly. "I must talk to you."
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Re: The Guests Mingle Here
Date: 2006-05-23 06:44 am (UTC)A short pause, Mary's face visibly changing as she follows this thought to its logical conclusion - namely, that Wellard and the Black Rider should not be in the same vicinity - before she takes a stiff, determined hold onto Wellard's hand.
"You must come with me," she says, loudly. "I must talk to you."