<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e7/Marguerite_Tuerny_06.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Golden Mare<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/>Marguerite watched as the man made his inquiries, wondering just who the woman was.  She would have to find out, in good time.  She gave the woman the smallest nod possible in return for her approval, a thank you sent wordlessly across the room.<br/><br/>She returned the man's gracious smile, but replied.  "<strong>My effects have not yet arrived.  You can tell the boy where to bring them."</strong>She followed the porter up to her room and let him familiarize her with the facilities.<strong>"Thank you."</strong>She knew she should tip the man, but she didn't have even the two-bits she should have proffered.  She would certainly have to make it up to him some way.<br/><br/>Once he was gone, obviously displeased with his lack of gratuity, she went to the mirror and repaired her appearance as much as well as she could.  This dress was fine for mid-week Mass - if the Priest even did daily Mass here.  And it had been months since she'd attended.  Not since her wedding Mass.  So much to do, but now that she had the opportunity her highest priority was her return to normalcy.  And what could be more normal than a good Catholic girl attending Mass?<br/><br/>Still, she hesitated.  She didn't even have coin for candles - for her parents and for the numerous others that needed remembrance from her life - not yet twenty years and already so full of loss.  She'd never thought - never considered - how awkward lack of money could be.  Asking for credit when she didn't have the least idea how she'd pay had been easy, she just reminded herself that she was Marguerite Landry, and that she was entitled.<br/><br/>But not giving offering - even though it was entirely optional to do so - that to her just seemed wrong.  Or was she simply making excuses?  Didn't she want to talk to the Priest, establish herself in the community, return to a normal life, to forget her past and move on?  With a final tightening of her up-done hair and a pat and tuck of a wayward lock, she resolved to get out and do what she must.<br/><br/>Minutes after her arrival, she left The Golden Mare and went in search of St. Martin's Chapel.