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Beyond the Veil -- COMPLETE	By : LaBibliographe Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Hermione Views: 67523 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
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Updated 5-20-08

Many thanks for your reviews. I hope to answer some questions below:

Heidi191976 � Thank you, as usual 8-)

LadyBlueEyes � Mmm, can�t answer your questions now. (I read Stealing the Prize already as you know. Thanks!)

Meankitty69 � Hermione and daytime sex�I think Lucius may have a cure. And Sirius might not have landed in this time period. He suffered a wand strike before he went through the Veil. Dunno what happened to him. See also below under Utopia.

Jesse � Ah, tonight. Well, it could happen, I suppose.

doodle � Thank YOU for the review!

Rini � I love �review as you read�. I remember everything I wanted to say that way. I think Lucius has just the �glue� to fix Hermione. And Lucius wants to FINALLY have a life that doesn�t belong to someone else. Hence his disinterest in any more outside influences. He�s been there, done that, got the tattoo.

helensgirl � For you and all the others who are dying of thirst without the lemonade, I�m adding another chapter early. But this chapter does NOT have lemons. It just moves us closer. Sorry.

tambrathegreat � You said, ��we all need a little Lucius�� If we all did what we wanted to do with the blond wizard, we�d all probably wind up with little Luciuses. (And you are right. He doesn�t want to go from Voldie�s frying pan into someone else�s fire.)

Utopia � a lawn shirt � a shirt made out of a fine cotton�lawn http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lawn_cloth

Lucius giggles? Where? Not in my story. I wouldn�t dare.

The common assumption is that Sirius landed in the same era as L and H. Not necessarily so, I�m thinking (esp. as I am not a fan of Sirius and resisted having him in my story) He could go anywhere in time � or he could have died. Lucius wouldn�t think about nappies, etc. That�s what he thinks elves are for. Utopia, the alabaster penis is yours if you want it. Lucius hates it.

Pittwitch � slow torture is my specialty. Glad you like it. Trust me, with Lucius you wouldn�t have a heating bill to worry about. Oooh, ah,�no�no�can�t answer (although the blabbermouth in me wants to.)

Sheherazade � I think there are a couple of metres of dirt left on the south side of Stonehenge that Lucius didn�t unplot. He is very charitable that way. Leave a bit for the Muggles. His new motto.

Jocy � Hi there! Thank you for the review. Hope you enjoy the rest.

Scary Bear Hair � Eek, no lemons here either (dodging and ducking any swipes of a bear paw). The Veil explanation is very convoluted and the time travel angle would try the soul of any author. It certainly tried my ingenuity.

Wolfsoul � Thanks for the heads up. �Fanny� has been changed for �butts�. I tried other names, but that one seemed best if I can�t have �fannies�. Otherwise, I�m happy you�re enjoying the tale.

blue artemis � Hermione had time to ponder the odd events they�be been blundering into. I�M surprised Lucius isn�t all over HER!

jw � I laughed. �evening shag (if it ever occurs)� Was that a subtle hint? Can�t answer anything else.

Citten � I�d like to answer you, but I can�t. (smile)

Cat � Glad to hear you�re hooked. I write what I would like to have happen (along with every other fanfiction author).

Starkneazle � Yup, this is Tension R Us central. But I AM going somewhere with this. Truly.

datoichii � Thank you for the compliments!!

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Chapter Nineteen

The Immutable Force

�If we aren�t going home, I need to start looking over all these properties,� he held up the portfolio. �Why don�t you visit Madam Malkin�s and order some new clothes? We have Galleons enough and more now. Get a whole new wardrobe. Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy need to present a confident, wealthy view to this world. Believe me, I know.�

Hermione dithered a bit, not sure if she wanted to go anywhere alone just yet, but finally decided she was safe enough in magic territory, so she nodded and set off across the street for the Madam Malkin�s of their new time frame.

She discovered the dress store was in the same place, but the proprietor�s name appeared to be a Madam Celestine. Hermione stood looking at the window for a few minutes, examining the display of various accessories for the well-dressed witch, but she only recognized what she thought was a slender wand case in a woven gold with a long strap attached for wearing over the shoulder. Like a quiver? The other items were a total enigma to her, pretty colors and designs, but she had no idea what they were for. She looked back to see Lucius still standing on the sidewalk waiting to see that she went into the store.

The little witch shrugged fatalistically and entered the shop. She had the distinct feeling that returning home to Lucius with nothing to show for her day wouldn�t be tolerated and he might even drag her back to the place, embarrassing her.

Lucius watched her from across the street until she entered the store after dawdling in front of the display window for several minutes. He wanted to be sure she was safely inside before he left for the numerous properties he had to inspect. He didn�t like leaving her, even in Diagon Alley, but his duties were clear and Hermione didn�t need to be dragged all over the countryside to view boring plots of land. He hoped she would enjoy the feminine world of fashion for a while, but she really did need more clothing and her own imagination wasn�t going to be equal to creating the numbers and styles of dresses and other accessories necessary to their new positions in the wizarding world, not if her horrible gray Ministry outfit reflected her taste. He knew he was going to have to visit a tailor soon himself, however, that was an errand for another day. This one was full to bursting already. Because of Hermione�s reaction in the ices parlor, two more urgent errands had been added to Lucius� lengthy list of to-do�s for the afternoon.

As Hermione entered the shop, a light scent of some floral fragrance wafted over her and a little bell over the door tinkled her presence to whomever was within; in seconds an older, soign�e witch appeared from between dark purple velvet curtains and came forward into the small front, lavender carpeted area sprinkled with a few straight back chairs and a low table covered with fashion plates of dresses for the well-dressed witch or wizard. �Ah, Mrs. Malfoy, welcome. I�m Celestine. What may I do for you?�

Hermione was almost getting used to the spooky recognition by the storekeepers in Diagon Alley, but the name Mrs. Malfoy still brought a frisson of� what? Fear? Desire? Wistfulness? What was it that ran through her when people named her Lucius� wife? Hermione nodded her head in response to the curtsy from the older witch and drew a determined breath. �I�m here today just to purchase a few things and have my measurements taken for future orders. My husband (another frisson) wishes me to increase my wardrobe.�

�Ah, of course. Coming from�um, Canada, you�ll need a whole new wardrobe, I imagine. Yes, I can see you in several becoming shades for your youth and coloring. Your husband can settle the bills through Gringott�s. We needn�t worry about money. So, what shall you be needing for today?� Madam Celestine was nearly wringing her hands with glee at the prospect of such a rich young woman ordering an entire wardrobe.

Hermione gazed at the woman and saw the expectancy in her eyes and groaned internally. This was going to take more than a few minutes, dammit. She had so hoped to be able to discharge Lucius� instructions in a half hour or so, then dive back into that library again. As she was led through the purple velvet curtains, she knew she could kiss a relaxing afternoon of reading goodbye. She had hoped to escape thinking about what she knew she had promised Lucius that evening within the covers of a book for a few hours. Away from his overwhelming, virile presence, her fears of being intimate with him started to increase. She wanted to, but she was scared and put off by their irregular association. The idea of jumping into bed with Lucius for his no strings, casual shagging didn�t sit right. She knew it was too late to back out without making a major rift in their association so she determined not to think about the evening to come and followed the proprietress into the fitting room.

Several minutes later Hermione stood in her underwear in a spacious, mirror-lined fitting room as Madam frowned at the little set of Tahitian Sunset underwear. �I�ve never seen such garments. They�re very odd. Is this what the� um, Barbados ladies wear?� As Madam traipsed around Hermione, examining the lacy undergarments, Hermione was staring into space, thinking. That was three different origins people had ascribed to Lucius and her, and Madam didn�t seem to realize she herself had mentioned two wildly different places within minutes. Was this more of the Veil�s influence, clouding their background so they would blend in better without anyone calling them out for claiming a previous domicile known by the accuser to be wrong?

Hermione relaxed fractionally as that nagging source of worry disappeared from her mental list and she recalled herself to her spot on a little raised dais being scrutinized heavily by an expert in clothing. Oops! she thought. We should have remembered I have on twenty-first century knickers and a bra. When was the bra invented? Hermione scrambled to think but saw it was way too late to cover up Madam�s discovery.

�What sort of undergarments are these, Mrs. Malfoy? I have never seen such before.� Madam went to touch the lacy bra at the back where the hooks closed the underwear around Hermione�s body, but Hermione shifted slightly, ostensibly to look over her shoulder and reply to the couturier which kept the woman from coming closer to Hermione�s misstep. Where are you now, Veil? asked Hermione in her head, but this time her mind was irritatingly silent. Fine! she fumed. Don�t help just when I need you most!

�They�re all the crack where we came from,� she smiled mendaciously at Madam. All the crack means very fashionable? NOW you talk? Hermione was getting cross with her inner voice and the whole boring exercise of being fitted for new clothes.

�These are very strange. So closely fitted. Don�t they chafe? Is there a slit between the legs of that tiny pantalette?� Celestine motioned toward Hermione�s crotch asking about the design and took Hermione by surprise.

�Uh, no, no slit.� Hermione�s face mirrored her confusion at the question and the contrary information network slid into her mind reminding her that the women�s underwear of the times had crotch slits for relieving themselves. �You see,� Hermione made up a tale to suit the circumstances, �in our previous country, it was very warm and any excess material was too hot to wear. So we wore these things. I slid down the pantalettes when I needed.� She waited for Celestine�s reply.

�Hmm, well, will you want more of that odd design, in which case I�ll need them for a few moments to examine the construction. Or I can make up underclothes for you in the styles we prefer here.�

It was apparent to Hermione that the dressmaker would prefer to make what she was used to and Hermione was pretty sure elastic wasn�t invented yet, causing more problems for her, so the little witch said in relief, �No, go ahead and make me your usual styles. I�ll need a dozen pair of uh, pantalettes. Can you make them up in various colors?�

Madam looked a bit scandalized at Hermione�s request and Hermione�s brain informed her that vivid colors on female underwear was not the mode for ladies. �I like colors, you see, but more important, Mr. Malfoy likes me to wear colors, hence the colors of what I have on.� Hmmph, she groused. If Lucius wanted his wife to wear colored underwear it was fine, but if she wanted colored knickers she was a trollop. This time period was very restricting to females.

It took madam three whole hours to measure Hermione, running all the shades of the rainbow by her skin and face and then the woman spent another hour selecting some of the gewgaws as accessories that Hermione had seen in the window. The afternoon was far advanced when Hermione finally escaped from the dressmaker�s den of iniquity, apparating home in a fine temper.

Lucius still wasn�t home yet, so Hermione threw her new reticule from Celestine�s, filled with rouge, face powder, a fan, and smelling salts, onto the library table and soothed herself with a couple of hours dallying in the library�s bookstacks, especially searching for any information on time turners and the Veil. She was also attempting, rather unsuccessfully, to evade the intimidating knowledge of what exactly she had promised Lucius that morning. He was tall, handsome and beautifully formed. A maiden�s dream in fact, and yet something still wasn�t feeling right.

The feeling nagged at Hermione as she perused the tome on ancient magic and its manifestations, it jabbed at her as she flipped through a treatise on magical inventions, it poked at her while she thumbed through a book, �Wizard and Witch Genealogy,� on all the old magic families up to the present time of the Muggle Prince Regent, George. She was finally distracted some when she looked inside the cover of the book listing all the magical families and saw it was an annual publication. She noticed that the annuals went back more than a hundred years; it looked like she was holding the library�s latest copy in her hands, although her copy was thirty years old. Hermione snorted at the importance of the Purebloods even two hundred years ago. They got more pages than the other families.

A further perusal, though, showed that even the Pureblood lines often included and married their Squib members who were also actually Pureblood but without magical powers. That was odd. When had the Pureblood Squibs been removed from their place in magical high society? Hermione knew in her time all Squibs were designated second-class citizens and either encouraged to enter the Muggle world or accept a menial job in their own. No magic family wanted their children to marry a Squib. Hermione was interrupted in her tracing of one of the names in the family listings by the return of Lucius who popped into the library.

�Why was I sure you would be here?� Lucius� mouth quirked at his little bookworm as he divested himself of his low-crowned hat, cape and cane, pulled off his gloves and deposited them in his cape pocket, then threw them all onto the end of the gray velvet sofa and sauntered over to Hermione at the library table where all her most recent research was spread out.

�Hullo, Lucius. Where have you been?� She blushed as she heard her words - she sounded suspiciously domestic. She peeked over at the blond wizard, holding her breath to see if he reacted to her very feminine, possessive question.

He merely turned toward her and lightly answered, �I�ve been visiting as many properties in the portfolio as I could get to today. I�ll be visiting more of them probably tomorrow after I get some questions answered by the goblins in the morning.�

Hermione saw he had chosen to dress more elaborately than the fashionable gentleman�s attire he normally favored. His cape had double snake brooches on the lapels and his waistcoat had been discarded in favor of something no doubt warmer for his promenade through his various properties scattered over the countryside. The dark red and black brocade, mandarin-collared coat revealed when he�d discarded his fur-trimmed cape made him look more imposing and severe � and perhaps rather erotic� um, no, exotic. Playing �Malfoy, Master of the Manor� for the natives, no doubt. Typical.

Lucius smiled, �How did it go at the dressmaker�s?� He settled in another dark oak side chair next to Hermione and lifted the books she had near her, one by one, examining the titles and grimacing at his little companion�s bluestocking tendencies. Bluestocking? he queried silently. The answer flowed into his mind. A geeky and studious female.

When Hermione didn�t react to his new mental definition, he assumed she hadn�t received it, so he said, �You�ll be interested to know you�re what�s known as a bluestocking. A geeky, studious female, according to what or whoever is supplying us with our knowledge.� Lucius sat back in the chair, enjoying the bounce of her honey brown curls when Hermione turned to look at him in surprise.

�Bluestocking huh? How come I didn�t get that information in my mind?�

�Hmmm, I suppose because I was just thinking, not talking, but I�m not sure. Maybe our mind bender didn�t want to make you upset with the unflattering appellation,� Lucius replied.

�But you didn�t have any such qualms,� Hermione�s eyebrows went up quizzically.

�Just sharing my knowledge with you,� his eyebrows went up in imitation, attempting to give the impression of total innocence, then giving up on that lost cause and chuckling.

�I guess it sounds better than a know-it-all,� Hermione said without rancor. Lucius was Lucius. She rolled her eyes as a parting shot then changed the subject, �Today I think I made a couple of discoveries, too. The couturier, a Madam Celestine, mentioned that she thought we were from Canada and then five minutes later she mentioned we were from Barbados, never remembering she had pegged us from Canada already. And the apothecary had us coming from Jamaica. I think we�re being given a cover story of sorts. But more important, when I was caught wearing my twenty-first century knickers and bra -�

�Shite,� said Lucius, �I forgot about that.�

�So did I,� said Hermione, �but that wasn�t the weird part. Madam Celestine was naturally curious about the odd underwear, but when I actually mentally asked for help in explaining myself, I got no answer. My helper, who or whatever it is, just let me hang there. Yet not a minute later I was getting information on some other new word drifting into my mind. I�ve thought about it and it seems that we can get help if it is just words or behavior or events of this time, sort of a translation service, but there are some things it can�t help us with. Like how to explain our way out of trouble we�ve precipitated ourselves or formally direct us into actions. By the way, �all the crack� means very fashionable. What do you think?�

Lucius scooped up the tiny witch and carried her over to the gray sofa, sitting down with her on his lap. �More pieces of the puzzle. You know,� Lucius said with a slight frown, �I�ve thought some more about your theory and this whole enterprise has been strange right from the start.� He gathered his companion more comfortably in his arms and leaned back against the sofa cushion behind him. �First I leave you in the wet grass after you hit me, which would have been quintessentially my style, but then I stop and have the overwhelming desire to return to you in the cow field.�

�You would have left me?� Hermione�s brows rose in a sad arc and her mouth turned down in the classic feminine moue.

�Hermione, you and your friends ruined all my political aims and I wound up in prison. Did you think I wanted to let bygones be bygones and cry friends forever?� His eyes crinkled down at his little armful, �You weren�t all that pleased with me either. I believe you were actually dithering between me and the hellhounds and if I hadn�t taken desperate measures, you might have chosen them.�

Hermione shrugged. A faint shred of truth clung to his assertions as she remembered her aversion to him back on the Veil�s dais. She hadn�t trusted him after they�d arrived in the field either, but everything had been so terrifying and then so cold that she�d chosen him as the lesser of the evils facing her.

Her eyes narrowed on new thoughts, �I didn�t like you at all, but I didn�t want you to leave me. I just thought it was because I was in a strange place and it was �better the devil you know�. She felt Lucius� silent chuckle in his shoulder where she was resting her head.

�I do think we should be examining all these odd occurrences a bit more than we have been, don�t you agree?� he asked. �For instance, the strange bits of knowledge being dropped into our minds whether we�re together or alone. That isn�t normal. And being recognized as people who fit into this time period when we both know who we are and where we really belong. Up until now, we�ve been reacting to events and just subsisting.�

�Well,� Hermione offered, �I had a lot of time to sit and think while you were�subsisting,� Hermione�s mouth quirked in mild sarcasm, �and I�ve been thinking that the odd knowledge drops all happened after we went through the Veil. So either it�s a function of the time travel or it�s mass psychosis.�

�You think we�re both crazy?�

�No, I�ve been reading in your library and I still think it�s the Veil and the Veil is more than an eerie conduit to our minds.�

Lucius looked at her in amazement, �The Veil? You think there�s even more to that inanimate object than�well, hmmm, I see what you mean. It�s already delivered us here. What more is it capable of? Is that what you mean?� Lucius sat up and shifted his warm little burden around on his lap, then pushed some sofa pillows behind him for comfort. Her warm little bum was having the expected reaction.

Hermione was a little self-conscious about sitting on the Death Eater�s lap, especially when she could feel that his body seemed to have become a bit lumpy in a specific locale. She made certain not to move as she answered his question. �I think maybe we are seeing more of the kind of magic we are already long familiar with. When I was a third year student, Professor McGonagall allowed me to use a time turner to add extra classes to my curriculum.�

�How very enterprising of you, my dear. How many extra classes did you take?� Lucius was sidetracked by the unusual accomplishment of the Gryffindor and a little chagrined that he hadn�t thought of it for himself in school, although he might not have used it for classes. He had spent quite a lot of time and effort juggling his assignations with a variety of interested girls.

�Two,� she replied, �and it was hard. I decided not to do it again after that.� All the rest of how they had used the time turner to free Sirius would stay forever buried in Hermione�s memory, but she had extensive experience of transporting herself through time with the apparatus and the more she thought about it, the more it felt right and very familiar. �I wonder if the Veil is actually a giant time turner?�

Because no one knew who had invented the ancient mechanism, no one had even thought to connect the Veil with the smaller time turner versions, an entire collection of which had been stored in the Department of Mysteries and from where McGonagall had legitimately borrowed one for Hermione�s schoolwork. Hermione was nearly positive the function was the same, but did the giant time turner have more power or capabilities than the small ones? That seemed a logical conclusion to draw and Hermione continued to mull over all the odd things that they had experienced since touching down in this era.

As she began turning over ideas she relaxed softly against Lucius� chest giving him a warm sense of pleasure, but he was well aware he had lost her again, this time to a problem to solve. He was entirely taken with her intellect, but occasionally it got in the way of his more corporeal desires.

�Hermione, what is for dinner?� Lucius tangled his fingers in those intriguing curly locks tickling his chin as he asked his question. He wanted her consciousness back in the room with him.

�Hmmm? Dinner?� Hermione was far away in her analysis of the Veil.

�Dinner. What did you ask the elves to prepare?�

Hermione suddenly looked up at the wizard whose lap was firmly, very firmly, cradling her bottom, �Was I supposed to tell them about dinner? I didn�t know that. I didn�t speak to them.� She squelched the desire to wiggle her bum on her human seat and tried to pretend she didn�t feel his now-throbbing carnal interest.

�As chatelaine of the estate, you�ll be responsible for running the household, including menus, and you�ll be the one to give most of the orders to the house elves. Atlas is the head elf so you can relay your orders through him.�

�You acknowledge that an elf is a �him�? I thought the Purebloods all referred to an elf as an �it�.

Lucius frowned. �Yes, I should have said �it�. Apparently two hundred years ago, elves were more kindly thought of. That pronoun must be more language of this time slipped into my vocabulary by whoever. Irritating, but interesting.�

�Well, that�s one of the nicer things about this age, then,� Hermione pointed out to her skeptical partner whose wry expression said he�d believe it when he tripped over it.

�Atlas,� Lucius called.

The house elf appeared before Lucius and asked, �Master wishes?�

�Remember the dinner we ordered but didn�t have last night? I�d like it served again here at the library table just as last night. In one half hour please.�

�As you wish.� The house elf set the table again and whisked away.

Lucius lifted Hermione easily and laid her down on the sofa, coming down over her in a swift move that completely surprised the little witch. �And now to move on to more important matters. Namely your promise.� He moved on top of the little sprite, settling himself gently between her legs and threading his long fingers through her hair to hold her face still while he nibbled at the join of her neck and shoulder, raising goose bumps all over her.

�Lucius, please,� Hermione pleaded, �dinner will be ready soon. Can�t we wait until later?� She wriggled in an attempt to slide out from under his much heavier body but couldn�t budge the intent wizard.

�I just want a taste of you for now,� he replied, licking the small space behind one ear and making Hermione gasp with the shot of electric pleasure that instantly peaked her nipples in her 21st century bra. �You taste of sunshine and woman. Mmmm, wiggle like that again.� He nudged her chin up with his nose and pressed his face more firmly into her neck where she could feel his tongue rasping lower and lower, leaving a wet trail on the way to those tightly furled nipples.

Hermione was slowly beginning to burn with the ministrations of her lover-to-be and suddenly that word stopped her in her tracks. She went rigid under the man working his way into her bodice. �Lucius, this is wrong. Please!� She shoved at his shoulders dislodging him reluctantly from her body as he sat up again.

The blond wizard sighed and waited for his companion to sit up beside him. �Explain, please. I thought we were of one mind about this.�

�I�m sorry,� she said, near tears. �I thought I could do this,� she waved her hand between them, �but something keeps making me withdraw. It feels good, but it feels wrong. I can�t explain it any more than that.�

�Atlas,� Lucius called.

The house elf appeared instantly. �Master wishes?�

�Put those dinner preparations on hold for now. I�ll want dinner in about two hours instead.� Lucius nodded at the elf to dismiss him.

�As you wish, Master. Do you wish for dinner to be served here in two hours?� the old elf enquired.

�No.� Lucius considered for a minute, �Serve the dinner in the master bedroom, please. Set up whatever you need in the way of a small table and chairs. That will be all.� Lucius pursed his lips to stop them, but the extra words slipped out anyway, �Thank you.� He grimaced at his unexpected and unwanted addendum. He had never said please or thank you to an elf in his life. The change in his vocabulary was definitely not of his making and felt distinctly odd.

Hermione gave a watery chuckle at Lucius� prune-faced reaction to his unaccustomed civility to the elf, but the elf merely bowed and apparated away as though what Lucius had uttered was normal.

�And now for you,� the wizard turned toward the young woman whose legs he wanted wrapped around his waist, naked and thrashing. �Accio, cloak, bonnet, and gloves!� Hermione�s outerwear came sailing toward him and he handed the items to her, �Put them on.� Lucius stood up and retrieved his hat, cape and cane from the other end of the sofa where he�d slung them and swirled his cape onto his shoulders, fastening it in front. He dug his gloves out of his cape pocket and put them on, then settled his hat on his head. �Ready?�

Hermione hurried to stand and put on her bonnet and cloak, tying them and shaking out the folds of the cloth against her skirt, then donning her gloves. If the outing delayed her trip to his bed, she was all for it. She didn�t know why she was so tied up in knots. She wanted him and she wanted his body. She was so wired up from just his tongue and nips on her neck she felt rather faint, but she couldn�t seem to let herself have him. The strain was pulling her apart and making her very upset.

�Where are we going, Lucius?� she looked up into his icy eyes expecting to see aggravation at the very least, but instead she saw something more of resignation and even a little amusement.

�Take my hand, Hermione,� Lucius held out his own and she placed her much smaller palm in his, feeling the heat he always generated even through their gloves and relaxing as his scent of lime and male surrounded her, soothing rather than alarming her. �Hold on,� he said and they apparated to the destination only Lucius knew.

tbc...

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I know, I know, another cliffie. But things will heat up soon.

In the meantime, here is a bit of arcane info for the latent or blatant historians among us.

In reticules (a woman's small purse) one would find rouge, face powder, a fan, a scent bottle, visiting cards, a card case, and smelling salts.
http://henriettashandbags.com/a_history_of_handbags.html

And pics of reticules:

http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&q=reticules&btnG=Search+Images&gbv=2

As usual, I would love to hear from you. And possibly a couple of my lovely lurkers?

And again a Reminder: If you don't want to have the mystery ruined for you, DO NOT read the reviews.

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