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         “I heard you were writing a book.” Jane doesn’t usually listen to gossip--it annoys her when people talk in the lab. But she heard Sofia’s name, so she waited, this time, to tell them to be quiet, and she’s glad she did. Everyone in Rapture seems to wait with their breath held for what Sofia Lamb will say next--Jane, too.

Well, my dear, number One came just before lunch. I told you of him, Dr. John Seward, the lunatic-asylum man, with the strong jaw and the good forehead. He was very cool outwardly, but nervous all the same. [...] Well, my dear, number two came after lunch. He is such a nice fellow, an American from Texas, and he looks so young and so fresh that it seems almost impossible that he has been to so many places and has had such adventures. [...] Oh, about number three - I needn’t tell you of number three, need I?

She was this close to elbowing Henry on the ribs. Truly, he was too much! The dinner party they were in was, to be quite frank, perfectly boring. But that was no reason to create wild tales about the other guests, he knows she doesn’t believe in those anymore (well not too much, one may forgive her for shivering while reading a new novel with such a delicious plot twist and macabre descriptions).

Still!! It was terribly rude of him to make her laugh in the middle of a dinner party! He knows she doesn’t have a subtle body in her body! And she had the worst feeling in the world that the man felt insulted by their laughter. After the men returned from drinking port and talking all their manly stuff, Henry didn’t come directly out, but he did. Lewis Anwyl. Dr. Lewyl Anwyl! Though at this point she would refuse to admit it to him, her husband had been right about one thing -- the name did sound perfect for a gothic novel.

“Excuse me? Sorry to disturb you.” sweet voice is accompanied by an anxious smile, her hands tangling nervously around each other in front of her. “I just, oh dear, how do I say this?” eyebrows scrunch as she realizes what a silly position she put herself in, she should have let it go, but the idea of him leaving thinking badly of her and Henry weighed heavily on her mind. “My husband is a very silly man, who gets especially silly in dinner parties.” 

❝ I've been waiting a long time for you.  ❞

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𝑰𝑵   𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺   𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬   𝑯𝑬   𝑯𝑨𝑺   𝑭𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫   𝑵𝑬𝑾   𝑨𝑰𝑹  ,    it   may   not   be   the   freshest .      DUSTY  ,     DRY  ,     AND   WARM   IT   IS  ,      during   the   night   too .      it   is   nothing   like   his   home  ,     all   clean   air   and   damp   trees   and   cold   earth .      BUT   IT’S   A   NEW   BREATH   ALL   THE   SAME .      horse   is   discarded   somewhere   along   the   road  ,      spurred   off   into   the   plains  ,     whilst   he   hides   away   in   some   stranger’s   barn .      𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐋𝐋   𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊   𝐇𝐈𝐌   𝐎𝐔𝐓  ,     𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 .    he’s   worth   too   much   to   be   let   off   the   hook   easily .      still  ,      when   a   young   man    comes   into   the   barn   dumitri   does   not   recognise   him   as   one   of   those   who   were   chasing   him .

The room has felt his presence for a while, but only barely. Abraham has taken care to stay back, being more of a support and a guidance, keeping the room clear and well supplied, informing the staff of the progress so that they can remain alone. So, when his dearest friend John at last succumbs to his exertions of the day, he is there to take over and assist. Friend John has fallen asleep, leaning over their so brave and injured friend Quincey. He is, however, in less of a rest and displays some worry at this sleep of his friend, making an attempt to shake him. Abraham’s gentle hand is placed upon that of his brave friend, quietly requesting that he stop his attempt to wake his loyal friend and caretaker.