[The umbrella tilts precariously; she's downturned her face to look at him, and sharply so, and the drizzle slips beneath the tilted canvas and wets her shoulder.]
I don't think they will.
[ for one reason or another, she won't lie to herself and say they all will be noble ]
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I don't think they will.
[ for one reason or another, she won't lie to herself and say they all will be noble ]