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[colored_gowns]

When Mrs Strange was a child, there were apple trees near her home. She has very distinct memories of climbing them when she was small and retrieving the apples-- now, as a grown woman with, she certainly hopes, some degree of dignity, that seems a bit excessive. But the little patch of apple trees seem to have done quite well, and Mrs Strange

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[twice_tainted]

Helen is out and about for a walk, a small book tucked under one arm. She's worn her hair up, as it's now cool enough that the scarf wrapped around her neck won't draw much attention.

But it's been a good day, as symptoms go, and the weather is pleasant and sunny. So when she sees Arabella, she actually says, "Good day," in her clear but accented tones.

[colored_gowns]

"Good day," she calls back with a smile.

[twice_tainted]

"Are there many apples left?"

[colored_gowns]

"Yes, some," she says. "Though quite a few in the trees, yet, that I cannot quite reach."

[not_snake_bite]

"Good afternoon," Steerpike smiles, and bends to pick up an apple that rolled perhaps a little far off.

"Do you need a hand?"

[colored_gowns]

"Certainly, sir, if you would like to give it."

[not_snake_bite]

He smiles, and profers the picked up apple. "Of course. I could not fathom acting any other way, lady."

He bows, professional and curt.

[colored_gowns]

"How very gallant." She takes it with a small smile in return.