[ Marianne was hoping to go unnoticed that she pales even more when spoken to. It's not that she hasn't been instructed in the art of dance but that her lessons had meant to prepare her for the ballroom and not for prancing joyfully (and some drunkenly) around a campfire. If the Margrave Edmund were here, he might think it undignified. Marianne thinks it charming, really, but...not a dance for her. ]
I'm sorry. [ Shuffle, shuffle, turn. She's keeping in time, but what she lacks is energy to sell the performance. ] I'm no good at this.
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I'm sorry. [ Shuffle, shuffle, turn. She's keeping in time, but what she lacks is energy to sell the performance. ] I'm no good at this.