<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, Closed<br/><hr/><strong>"I will hold you to that."</strong>She promised when he invited her to return.<strong>"And thank you, I'll need it!"</strong>She replied to his wish of luck.<strong>"And thank you again for the books!"</strong>She juggled the trio of tomes about, hugging them to her chest like a schoolgirl holding her daily texts.<strong>"Well, good bye.  Or rather <em>au revoir</em>" </strong>The French phrase was rather nicer, she thought.<br/><br/>She allowed the smile to fade as she turned to depart, only to face a startlingly lovely blonde woman captivating Blue's attentions.  What was it with this town and blondes, she wondered.<strong>"Looks like you have another visitor."</strong>She noted unnecessarily.  She probably should leave, but she couldn't help but notice the dress.  Such a lovely thing, and at the edge of fashion!  She didn't recognize the detailing, so it couldn't be older than last year's fashion.  She sighed sadly to realize that she'd missed not just one, but three whole seasons of fashions.  Summer was coming, and with it the summer fashions.  She wondered what women were wearing back East, and in Europe?<br/><br/>No matter.  She had to meet a woman wearing a dress like that.  Somehow, she had to build a social network., and this woman was obviously of the class with which she wanted to associate.<strong>"Who is she?"</strong>She asked the Judge while the other woman was still across the room.<strong>"And where did she get that dress?"</strong>