( when mr. bennet starts to question atticus on his ancestry and miss bennet chimes in, only then does he realize his blunder. to keep anonymous and insignificant, he snuffs himself out as if he's kicking dirt over a fire. a blade of grass goes unnoticed while a beautiful flower does not. thus he conceals his talents. a drudge who can play violin is not uncommon, but one who can also speak of william blake and in german is uncommon.
he downs the remainder of the hungary water, eyes clamping shut and mouth twisting at the taste and sensation, and sets the empty glass on the side table next to him. it hides well the irritation needling at him. while he shall not and cannot blame either party for his mistake, he cannot pretend that he won't assign some liability to them. why blame the thief when it's the chef's fault for creating and decorating such delicious food? of course, this is the reasoning of the thief and when he is the chef, he would find fault with it. nevertheless, in this and in future instances, atticus will strive to be the arbitrator to the crime, neutral in his approach, and attempt to soothe away any suspicion or curiosity from his company's minds. it is no one's fault and inconsequential to dwell on it any further.
his chin lifts and his jaw sets to a square, a little haughty in its tilt and appearance despite the tan and bristle, to exhibit his profile to her. ) Is that so? Does my countenance agree with your design of the archetypal English man, Miss Bennet?
( truth be told, he considers himself cornish first and foremost, as did all of his family. since time immemorial, there has always been a bottreaux in cornwall; before they were granted the name and the title, before cornwall was known as dumnonia, perhaps even before the romans conquered the celts. it's interesting lore, if possibly apocryphal, but it stirs pride in his family and inspires their tenants to service. if a story can do that then what harm does it bring? )
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he downs the remainder of the hungary water, eyes clamping shut and mouth twisting at the taste and sensation, and sets the empty glass on the side table next to him. it hides well the irritation needling at him. while he shall not and cannot blame either party for his mistake, he cannot pretend that he won't assign some liability to them. why blame the thief when it's the chef's fault for creating and decorating such delicious food? of course, this is the reasoning of the thief and when he is the chef, he would find fault with it. nevertheless, in this and in future instances, atticus will strive to be the arbitrator to the crime, neutral in his approach, and attempt to soothe away any suspicion or curiosity from his company's minds. it is no one's fault and inconsequential to dwell on it any further.
his chin lifts and his jaw sets to a square, a little haughty in its tilt and appearance despite the tan and bristle, to exhibit his profile to her. ) Is that so? Does my countenance agree with your design of the archetypal English man, Miss Bennet?
( truth be told, he considers himself cornish first and foremost, as did all of his family. since time immemorial, there has always been a bottreaux in cornwall; before they were granted the name and the title, before cornwall was known as dumnonia, perhaps even before the romans conquered the celts. it's interesting lore, if possibly apocryphal, but it stirs pride in his family and inspires their tenants to service. if a story can do that then what harm does it bring? )