So I finally finished the second chapter of my story, which is an accomplishment for me because it takes me forever to write anything. Anyway, this part is from the very end of the chapter, and I'd like your feedback on it. Does it interest you? Useful critique always welcome.
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Late that same night, Adèle and her father sat in the study. After they had exchanged greetings, Adèle spoke.
“Did everything go as planned in Orléans?”
“Enough so,” Charles Dupont replied. He was still dressed in his traveling clothes, and despite his journey and the late hour, he did not seem tired at all. He possessed the air of a man always moving, always alert. “Lebrun and Simon are being difficult.”
“Ah. And how are things progressing along the front?” she asked, referring not so much to the fate of the army as the politics behind it.
“Uncertain to tell as of yet. I’ll need your help with those matters, as it turns out.”
“In what way?”
“I’ll need you to take care of someone, again,” he said.
Adèle waited for the name.
“...François Perrot.”
“François? You want me to kill /Jesus/?” she asked, shocked yet slightly amused.
“You were already going to hell, Adèle,” her father said, smiling.
Adèle laughed. “Don’t I know it.”
The storm continued to rage outside.
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Late that same night, Adèle and her father sat in the study. After they had exchanged greetings, Adèle spoke.
“Did everything go as planned in Orléans?”
“Enough so,” Charles Dupont replied. He was still dressed in his traveling clothes, and despite his journey and the late hour, he did not seem tired at all. He possessed the air of a man always moving, always alert. “Lebrun and Simon are being difficult.”
“Ah. And how are things progressing along the front?” she asked, referring not so much to the fate of the army as the politics behind it.
“Uncertain to tell as of yet. I’ll need your help with those matters, as it turns out.”
“In what way?”
“I’ll need you to take care of someone, again,” he said.
Adèle waited for the name.
“...François Perrot.”
“François? You want me to kill /Jesus/?” she asked, shocked yet slightly amused.
“You were already going to hell, Adèle,” her father said, smiling.
Adèle laughed. “Don’t I know it.”
The storm continued to rage outside.