[MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

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> > "Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, 
> > in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had 
> > died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, 
> > anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her 
> > own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. 
> > Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - 
> > perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding... 
> 
> Michael's eyes offered strength and support as he offered her a 
> handkerchief, his hand touching hers and lingering a few moments. 

She allowed the touch, took comfort in it... indeed their little secret seemed as nothing compared to the torments that had swirled around them in Mortmain Mansions... then brushed the handkerchief lightly under her eyes, which had become moist. She looked for Pamela... "What happens now?" she asked.
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