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Post by Legion on Jun 23, 2014 20:20:27 GMT -5
Private Journal of Pierre Broussard |
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Post by Legion on Jun 24, 2014 0:37:46 GMT -5
November 16th, 1790
It is a brisk autumn morning and I can feel winter coming. However, despite the cold, my dearest Claudette has been overjoyed to hear that the honorable William Short will escort her to Paris, France where she can re-establish associations with old friends and visit her home. She has been harassing me all morning and night for more embroidered articles of clothing and precious gems to wear on her voyage to Paris, so that she may may elicit respect from the nobles there. I have met her every request with a grin and a show of approval despite the fact that I have had to make several stops to the bank but nothing is too much for my beautiful Claudette. However, I have tried to hide my true feelings, that she is not prepared for the stinging rejection of the Parisian nobles she seems so desperate to impress, for no matter what she puts on on or how much money her jewels or fabrics cost, they will always view her as just another migrant, married to a disowned man from a broken home, no matter how much luxury I can afford or how high my currency may stack. Also, I will always worry for her safety in France for I do not want her to be witness to the atrocities that have been committed there, no matter if it is in the name of liberty and justice. Hopefully, William will be able to provide ample security to her, and I pray to God everyday that she may have a safe journey. Claudette will depart tomorrow night for France and I will take her to the Boston Harbor Inn, at 8:00 in the morning, where William Short is staying, so that she does not miss her appointment, and her planned departure time. May God watch over her and bring her safe travels.
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Post by Legion on Jun 24, 2014 18:54:00 GMT -5
November 17th, 1790
My beautiful, Claudette forced me to arise from my slumber at 6:00 in the morning so that I could take her to Boston, where she will be leaving for Paris. I feel more and more uncomfortable about her safety there despite her being in the company of William Short. I have many enemies of the Mercier noble family, who still to this day, send me correspondents of harrasment, so I have entrusted Claudette with my lucky dagger, that I recovered from a tribe when I visited the French Territory of the Afars and Issas, which has saved my life many times, whether it be raids by bandits or encounters with the British military. Though exuberant at first at the idea of returning to France, Claudette wept at the idea of not seeing me for an undetermined period of time. I will miss dearly, as I need her support more than ever as the election is starting to take it's toll on me, and I feel more fatigued than ever. I pray for her safe travels and her expedient return.
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Post by Legion on Jun 26, 2014 15:12:08 GMT -5
December 22nd, 1790
It was a very frigid morning, today as I arrived back home from the post office after delivering yet another letter to the State Legislature of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts. As my horse arrived back to the estate, I saw the first snow of this year, which is not typical for Orleans due to its proximity to the coast, which usually receives rain for precipitation. The town has been preparing for the Christmas Holiday, but Boston looks quite gloomy as the Puritans are choosing to hold only church services in lieu of celebrations. I wish Claudette were here and I will write her a letter as soon as I possibly can, to France, wishing her a Merry Christmas.
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