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[Polishing shoes in the servants quarters]

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[Bustles past, arms laden with a heavy tray of dirty glasses, which he sets on the table.] You were supposed to finish those an hour ago.

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

I was, Well, that is I was delayed. I'm nearly finished.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. There's still the silver in the dining room to finish and the brass in the drawing room wants looking at before his Lordship gets back. One of the maids have made a proper mess of it. [None of which Thomas has any intention of doing himself, of course. He has his own duties to perform and he'd sooner see to them than help to make sure William isn't run completely ragged.]

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Of course. [He studies the shoe, deemed respectable, at least to him he set it down] I'll be started on the silver immediately. Brass too. Is there anything else? [Of course he's well aware that is more than enough to get too but it seemed rude not to check. After all he believes Thomas is simply trying to help him. In his own way]

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

That's enough to be getting on with, at least 'till the family get back. [Sitting himself down at the table, he busies himself with taking a small tobacco tin from the pocket of his trousers and rolling himself a cigarette. Oh, poor, naive William. Thomas isn't one to do anyone any favours, especially not without the clear understanding that he expects a favour in return.]

[He nods towards the row of newly polished boots.] I'll see to them.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Bustles past, arms laden with a heavy tray of dirty glasses, which he sets on the table.] You were supposed to finish those an hour ago.

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

I was, Well, that is I was delayed. I'm nearly finished.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. There's still the silver in the dining room to finish and the brass in the drawing room wants looking at before his Lordship gets back. One of the maids have made a proper mess of it. [None of which Thomas has any intention of doing himself, of course. He has his own duties to perform and he'd sooner see to them than help to make sure William isn't run completely ragged.]

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

Of course. [He studies the shoe, deemed respectable, at least to him he set it down] I'll be started on the silver immediately. Brass too. Is there anything else? [Of course he's well aware that is more than enough to get too but it seemed rude not to check. After all he believes Thomas is simply trying to help him. In his own way]

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

That's enough to be getting on with, at least 'till the family get back. [Sitting himself down at the table, he busies himself with taking a small tobacco tin from the pocket of his trousers and rolling himself a cigarette. Oh, poor, naive William. Thomas isn't one to do anyone any favours, especially not without the clear understanding that he expects a favour in return.]

[He nods towards the row of newly polished boots.] I'll see to them.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Bustles past, arms laden with a heavy tray of dirty glasses, which he sets on the table.] You were supposed to finish those an hour ago.

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

I was, Well, that is I was delayed. I'm nearly finished.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. There's still the silver in the dining room to finish and the brass in the drawing room wants looking at before his Lordship gets back. One of the maids have made a proper mess of it. [None of which Thomas has any intention of doing himself, of course. He has his own duties to perform and he'd sooner see to them than help to make sure William isn't run completely ragged.]

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

Of course. [He studies the shoe, deemed respectable, at least to him he set it down] I'll be started on the silver immediately. Brass too. Is there anything else? [Of course he's well aware that is more than enough to get too but it seemed rude not to check. After all he believes Thomas is simply trying to help him. In his own way]

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

That's enough to be getting on with, at least 'till the family get back. [Sitting himself down at the table, he busies himself with taking a small tobacco tin from the pocket of his trousers and rolling himself a cigarette. Oh, poor, naive William. Thomas isn't one to do anyone any favours, especially not without the clear understanding that he expects a favour in return.]

[He nods towards the row of newly polished boots.] I'll see to them.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Bustles past, arms laden with a heavy tray of dirty glasses, which he sets on the table.] You were supposed to finish those an hour ago.

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

I was, Well, that is I was delayed. I'm nearly finished.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. There's still the silver in the dining room to finish and the brass in the drawing room wants looking at before his Lordship gets back. One of the maids have made a proper mess of it. [None of which Thomas has any intention of doing himself, of course. He has his own duties to perform and he'd sooner see to them than help to make sure William isn't run completely ragged.]

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

Of course. [He studies the shoe, deemed respectable, at least to him he set it down] I'll be started on the silver immediately. Brass too. Is there anything else? [Of course he's well aware that is more than enough to get too but it seemed rude not to check. After all he believes Thomas is simply trying to help him. In his own way]

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

That's enough to be getting on with, at least 'till the family get back. [Sitting himself down at the table, he busies himself with taking a small tobacco tin from the pocket of his trousers and rolling himself a cigarette. Oh, poor, naive William. Thomas isn't one to do anyone any favours, especially not without the clear understanding that he expects a favour in return.]

[He nods towards the row of newly polished boots.] I'll see to them.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

[Bustles past, arms laden with a heavy tray of dirty glasses, which he sets on the table.] You were supposed to finish those an hour ago.

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

I was, Well, that is I was delayed. I'm nearly finished.

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

You'd better be. There's still the silver in the dining room to finish and the brass in the drawing room wants looking at before his Lordship gets back. One of the maids have made a proper mess of it. [None of which Thomas has any intention of doing himself, of course. He has his own duties to perform and he'd sooner see to them than help to make sure William isn't run completely ragged.]

[willsecondfoot.livejournal.com]

Of course. [He studies the shoe, deemed respectable, at least to him he set it down] I'll be started on the silver immediately. Brass too. Is there anything else? [Of course he's well aware that is more than enough to get too but it seemed rude not to check. After all he believes Thomas is simply trying to help him. In his own way]

[first-inline.livejournal.com]

That's enough to be getting on with, at least 'till the family get back. [Sitting himself down at the table, he busies himself with taking a small tobacco tin from the pocket of his trousers and rolling himself a cigarette. Oh, poor, naive William. Thomas isn't one to do anyone any favours, especially not without the clear understanding that he expects a favour in return.]

[He nods towards the row of newly polished boots.] I'll see to them.