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Okay, this is going to be interesting. I
haven’t written canon for literally two years! I’m so used to writing modern
AUs, but I’ll give it a go! I’ve gone for “Please don’t go”. I hope you like it
and please forgive me if anything is historically inaccurate – I’m really not
the best person from this fandom to be writing canon era stuff.

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One more evening, one more to add to the
tally of times Sybil snuck off after dinner to meet Tom in the garage. He was
waiting up to take Violet back to the Dower House, which didn’t afford the two
much time together. After dinner, the ladies would withdraw and stay up playing
cards and making polite conversation until it got too late for any of them to
bear any longer. It was unusual for anyone to flag before Violet, unless they
were ill, which Sybil often pretended to be, her lies becoming more and more
elaborate, in order to sneak some quality time in with Tom.

As Sybil snuck out into the night air,
she worried that someone would come and check on her in her room. She didn’t
want to be caught hanging around the garage so late. It would be obvious what
she was doing, wouldn’t it? Nobody talked to the chauffeur unless they wanted
to go somewhere, and Sybil didn’t have anywhere to go in the coming days. But
she wasn’t worried enough about it to not risk it at all. Her instinctive need
to spend time with Tom was stronger than her instinctive fear of being caught.

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