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Mother was⊠very⊠keen, was she not? I used to be terrified in class, but I donât think Iâd be quite as scary as her. Nor as good as her. But she made me the great dancer I was, so I canât complain.
Donât be; these things happen and life just goes on. As for what he thinks of me⊠I dread to think it, Monsieur. Disappointment and anger mixed into one raging force, how off putting to think about.
Oh, well the dance halls are something else; the architecture is nothing like Paris. Itâs beautiful, honestly breath taking. And by my apartment thereâs the sea. Thatâs my favourite place to go; especially in the evening when the people have disappeared and Iâm free to do as I please.
She was a fantastic instructor, yes. But - are you certain you wouldn't be as good as her?
And to hear you say your father would be disappointed and saddened by your actions makes me feel... It makes my chest ache, Miss Giry. Your father must have loved you, surely he'd be more understanding?
...I'm sorry, it's probably best not to dwell on this, I don't want to trouble you. But I too think about my father, sometimes, even though I never knew him... and I wonder the same things. Would he hate me? Because - I don't think your father would have any right to hate you, Miss Giry. Even if you thought you deserved it - I would want to disagree...
That image does sound quite beautiful, thank you for assuring me... And to have a view like that of the sea, and to be able to wander by yourself when it's quiet must be very relaxing. The colours in the evening sky must look extraordinary.













