Post by dianahawthorne on Jan 25, 2009 16:08:02 GMT -5
The Solicitor and the Millionairess
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Based on George Bernard Shaw's play "The Millionairess".
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She was such an extraordinary woman; he had known that from the moment she had entered his office in a whirl of silver fox fur tails. Even before he had learned that she was Epifania Ognisanti di Parerga, he was enchanted by her. She appealed to his humour, and her will absolutely paralysed his own. He tried, however, to ward off her bewitching charms by parrying his wit against hers. But it didn’t matter what he did – her charms drew him in, even when she was insulting him.
She was beautiful – she could go from tears to triumph in a matter of seconds. And that was what was so enchanting about her. Yes, Epifania Ognisanti di Parerga was a marvellous woman.
And she was married to his best friend.
That didn’t stop his fantasies of Epifania – she was so unique, so beautiful, so absolutely dramatic. He supposed that if she was not born into the di Parerga family, she would be a superb actress. And if she had not been a di Parerga, he would have allowed himself to fall in love with her.
But she was a di Parerga, and he was her solicitor. There was nothing to be done.
When she flung her arms around him, though, he couldn’t help his imagination running away from him, imagining scooping her up in his arms and carrying her off to make love to her. He gently removed her arms from around his neck. He wouldn’t allow his fantasies, his desires, to ruin their working relationship. She was going to marry the Egyptian doctor – no one knew his name – and he would have to be content with his fantasies, his desires, and his occasional meetings with her.
And so he was alone, Epifania whirling into his life once in a blue moon. And those brief moments with her were sufficient to stave off the loneliness of those long days without her.
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Based on George Bernard Shaw's play "The Millionairess".
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She was such an extraordinary woman; he had known that from the moment she had entered his office in a whirl of silver fox fur tails. Even before he had learned that she was Epifania Ognisanti di Parerga, he was enchanted by her. She appealed to his humour, and her will absolutely paralysed his own. He tried, however, to ward off her bewitching charms by parrying his wit against hers. But it didn’t matter what he did – her charms drew him in, even when she was insulting him.
She was beautiful – she could go from tears to triumph in a matter of seconds. And that was what was so enchanting about her. Yes, Epifania Ognisanti di Parerga was a marvellous woman.
And she was married to his best friend.
That didn’t stop his fantasies of Epifania – she was so unique, so beautiful, so absolutely dramatic. He supposed that if she was not born into the di Parerga family, she would be a superb actress. And if she had not been a di Parerga, he would have allowed himself to fall in love with her.
But she was a di Parerga, and he was her solicitor. There was nothing to be done.
When she flung her arms around him, though, he couldn’t help his imagination running away from him, imagining scooping her up in his arms and carrying her off to make love to her. He gently removed her arms from around his neck. He wouldn’t allow his fantasies, his desires, to ruin their working relationship. She was going to marry the Egyptian doctor – no one knew his name – and he would have to be content with his fantasies, his desires, and his occasional meetings with her.
And so he was alone, Epifania whirling into his life once in a blue moon. And those brief moments with her were sufficient to stave off the loneliness of those long days without her.
