<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Marguerite_Tuerny_14.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Judge Warwick, Elisabeth Boyle<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Remarkably single"</strong>She repeated the phrase without the emphasis, a slight frown of concentration wrinkling her brow as she considered what it could mean.  What was so remarkable about being single?  She wondered, though thinking over the affairs of last night she could see why a girl might not marry...  Oh!  She looked over at Elisabeth again, her appraisal this time both more interested and less approving.<strong> "Oh.  I... I'm not sure I can make your teas."</strong>She hedged.<strong>"I'm going to be terribly busy proving the..."</strong>She cut herself off.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll find time."</strong>She changed the subject abruptly.<strong>"Mornings should be free.  Outside on the walk you say?  How very Parisian.  Where is your Shoppe again?"</strong>The town wasn't very big, but she'd found it remarkably... she smiled at her internal reuse of the word.  Remarkably easy to get lost - though in her defense it had been quite a dark night.<br/><br/>The conversation turned to more serious matters.  She wasn't sure who this Fontaine was, but the name sounded French even without the honorific.  Whoever he was, murder was a serious matter.<strong>"Three nights ago, before the Sheriff then."</strong>She was sorting things out in her mind.<strong>"Are there usually this many murders in Gomorra?" </strong>She asked, wondering just how big a security force she'd need to protect her mine and her shipments.