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Catalina de la Mor
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Date Posted: 22:38:54 11/25/01 Sun
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Duke Gregory Hunt
's message, "Smile..." on 20:23:38 11/25/01 Sun
Catalina keeps her eyes on the Duke as he introduces himself. Her face gradually alters expressions, the initial shock of catching the attention of such a lofty personage softening into a look of dignity beyond years. She bobs again to counter Gregory’s bow, her gleaming coffee-colored ringlets bouncing in accordance with her graceful movement. “Catalina de la Mor,” she declares, and then looks sideways at the stable hand, “and this is my friend, although I do not know his name.”
Catalina studies the Duke’s thoughtful face as he glances back and forth between Glory, the hand, and herself. Then she appears to consider the prospect of riding a horse other than this magnificent white steed, for she can be a quite stubborn child at times. She chews her bottom lip in silent meditation. “I think I shall take it, Gregoree,” she says at length, pronouncing his name with a beautiful soupcon of French intonation, then peers with warm appraisal down the stalls at the chestnut mare. “But perhaps someday my friend, the one whose name I do not know, can teach me to ride monsieur Glory?” She glances expectantly at the stable hand.
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