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"How was your day?" "I've had better. No lights tonight?" "You know, my mother used to tell me when I was a child that you shouldn't give up on the day, even at the end of it, 'cause... Well, she said that a whole day could be saved with just a smile." "Lukas, you've never had a girlfriend, have you?" "Tons." "Not one." "So many. Like, every other level, there is another lady friend. And there. See?" "There see what?" "Smile. Like my mom said." "This was not with you. This was at you." "I'll still take it." "You don't have your slate with you tonight." "Well, a cafeteria worker on my level told me that it was going to be cloudy this evening, so I..." "You came up anyway?" "Yeah, I came to see you."
Juliette Nichols (Rebecca Ferguson) and Lukas Kyle (Avi Nash)
in Silo (2023 — ) 1x06 "The Relic"
“Councillor.” “Councillor. Are you headed to Mecha Station?” “Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.” “You’ve been down there nine times in the past week. Is there something I should be made aware of?”
I haven’t thought about that game in a long time. Yeah, it was the most beautiful thing that I’d ever seen. Of course, I was ten, so I didn’t realize that the code was shit.
Mood board….“The Girl in his Shadow” is a book about a female doctor in the 1840s and the hardships of practicing medicine at a time when it was illegal for women to do so. It’s also a love story.
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Read free book excerpt from The Girl in His Shadow by Audrey Blake, page 5 of 8
"This man says he was hired by the doctor to be an under surgeon. Here!"
"Never!" Mrs. Phipps puffed, squaring her tiny shoulders. She was barely the height of a road pony and spare as the poles they tied them to, but the tall man swallowed uncomfortably under her scrutiny. "Shall we ever learn not to be shocked?" she asked, casting her eyes to the ceiling.
"Well, I freely admit that I am." Nora folded her arms and planted herself in front of the man to halt further trespassing. "Dr. Croft can't have hired you. Not without consulting me—the rest of the household, I mean. It's impossible. In the meantime…"
"In the meantime, perhaps someone could take my coat? It's unnaturally warm today." He set down both his bags and went to work unbuttoning his greatcoat.
Nora started to argue, but Mrs. Phipps gave a stern look. "I'm sure Dr. Croft will explain," she whispered to Nora. "What did you say your name was, Mr…?"
"Dr. Gibson. Daniel Gibson." He tipped his head. "Thank you for being so accommodating," he said.
Mrs. Phipps returned his smile and offered, "I'll have Cook make up a sandwich since you've come all this way."
"That would be lovely. Perhaps after I've seen the clinic."
"Certainly," Mrs. Phipps said.
She led him down the hall, leaving Nora abandoned with his luggage in the entryway. That wayward curl, sensing Nora's losing streak, sprang free and landed in the middle of her forehead. Pushing it away, she hastened after them.
She rounded the corner and nearly collided with the man. He'd stopped to frown at a particularly overwrought painting of a storm-tossed ship, unfortunately hanging askew. He reached out and righted it, glancing at her.
Nora suppressed a grunt, painfully aware of the worn hallway carpet, her serviceable dress, the clash of shabby grandeur and utility in the fixtures. Gibson (she wouldn't think of him as doctor until he proved his skill) didn't belong here. His impeccable demeanor and Mayfair manners were as abrasive to Nora as grit on the tongue. Maybe if he got an honest look at the house he'd decide not to stay. Nora quickened her steps, keeping pace with him as he hurried after Mrs. Phipps to the clinic.
Let’s play a game and see if we can reach Gilberts without an argument. It’s not me that argues, it’s you. You’re right. The fault is always entirely mine. I like this game, we should play it more often, William. Yes, Eliza. Whatever you say.
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