Norrell's voice is quiet, as it ever is, even when raised -- this the best attempt at 'raised' he has and it is still not very loud. He's walking in short but very quick strides toward her, bundles of papers in his arms that are sure to be related to the election and his own campaign. Several times he has spoken to her about it already, yet for some reason she has been ever so busy! Lucky he found her now.
"Miss DeWitt, I --good lord."
He frowns at the mess of ice in spikes and then at Elizabeth. Well, perhaps not the best time...
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Norrell's voice is quiet, as it ever is, even when raised -- this the best attempt at 'raised' he has and it is still not very loud. He's walking in short but very quick strides toward her, bundles of papers in his arms that are sure to be related to the election and his own campaign. Several times he has spoken to her about it already, yet for some reason she has been ever so busy! Lucky he found her now.
"Miss DeWitt, I --good lord."
He frowns at the mess of ice in spikes and then at Elizabeth. Well, perhaps not the best time...