Because headstrong women were the ones who got things done in life, of course. A man should count himself lucky to have met more than one of them in a lifetime, with the way society seemed to so frown upon any female who had ideas of her own.
Marie took a moment to catch her breath, her heart racing in her chest as she leaned against the wall next to the window, before righting herself and turning to check on the desk. She lowered the table portion, her determined expression crumbling into dismay at the sight of the contents. Everything had gotten at least a little wet, and she could see the edges of papers already wilting in the damp. The deed to the property, her bank documents, military papers -- all of them were important, but none so much as the stack of letters she lifted carefully from one of the cubbies.
Touching only the edges that were already wet, she carried them over to one of the armchairs, setting the stack down before peeling her dripping gloves off to reveal thin, pale hands. "Thank you for your help, Mister Rogers," she said almost absently over her shoulder, her southern manners taking hold and automatically referring to him formally in her distraction as she began to carefully remove the letters from their small envelopes, spreading out the pages so they could dry. "If you'll allow me just a moment, I'll get those dry clothes for you."
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Marie took a moment to catch her breath, her heart racing in her chest as she leaned against the wall next to the window, before righting herself and turning to check on the desk. She lowered the table portion, her determined expression crumbling into dismay at the sight of the contents. Everything had gotten at least a little wet, and she could see the edges of papers already wilting in the damp. The deed to the property, her bank documents, military papers -- all of them were important, but none so much as the stack of letters she lifted carefully from one of the cubbies.
Touching only the edges that were already wet, she carried them over to one of the armchairs, setting the stack down before peeling her dripping gloves off to reveal thin, pale hands. "Thank you for your help, Mister Rogers," she said almost absently over her shoulder, her southern manners taking hold and automatically referring to him formally in her distraction as she began to carefully remove the letters from their small envelopes, spreading out the pages so they could dry. "If you'll allow me just a moment, I'll get those dry clothes for you."