<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/>She frowned.<strong>"I don't see why."</strong>She replied to his statement about her husband.  Her frown deepened and she turned in her chair, looking around the room while paying close attention to paintings or statues or anything with eyes.<strong>"Do you ever get the feeling that you're being watched?"</strong>She asked.<strong>"It's been with me since last night."</strong><br/><br/>She considered.<strong>"I'd rather not get into my husband's affairs at this time.  They have little to do with me now.  Suffice to say that it is not likely he will be showing up in Gomorra anytime soon."</strong>Probably never, she admitted to herself, her face falling into a soft sadness that hinted at tears.<strong>"I suppose if you must know, I can tell you at another time."</strong><br/><br/>Letting the matter go, she moved on to the more immediate matter of Mr. Alfred Eklain.<strong>"Alfred Eklain is a despicable toad that abandoned me in the middle of nowhere after I fell off a train."</strong>She went on to relate the whole story (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=167460.msg7910690#msg7910690), not sparing the possibility that Alfred may not have actually intended to push her off the train.<br/><br/>She recited the facts with cold indifference, striving to remember the details as accurately as possible.<strong>"It is a miracle I survived."</strong>That brought forth memories of Breed, and his rough but effective lessons in survival.   Tears unshed earlier welled up, turning her eyes shimmering bright.<br/><br/>Her voice cracked once as she continued, but she caught it before busting into tears, wrestling her emotions back into order by sheer force of will.<strong>"I am sorry.  The memories are quite painful."</strong>She nodded reply to his suggestions, not commenting on them until he mentioned the practice of law.<br/><br/>Her pretty face twisted into a wide infectious grin at the suggestion.<strong>"Why thank you!  That's very flattering."</strong>A compliment on her mind rather than her appearance.  She liked this man.  Her eyes were bright, though perhaps the bright of unshed tears.<strong>"Is there anything I have to do?  Forms or affidavits or complaints to register?"</strong>She finally asked, her familiarity with legal matters gained while she witnessed the pillage of her father's estate.