[Elizabeth was just ahead of the rather shabby looking man, having been forced to give her small thimble to the ticket taker. She'd turned back and that's when the paper he'd held out caught her attention.]
Excuse me! Excuse me, sir! [She taps him on the shoulder.]
Was that- are those- were those tarot cards? [She's immediately curious, leaning forward. She'd never seen them in real life before.]
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Excuse me! Excuse me, sir! [She taps him on the shoulder.]
Was that- are those- were those tarot cards? [She's immediately curious, leaning forward. She'd never seen them in real life before.]