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“My aunt will come down very soon, Mr. Nuttel,” said a very calm young lady of fifteen years of age; “meanwhile you must try to bear my company.”
Framton Nuttel tried to say something which would plea the niece now prent, without annoying the aunt that was about to come. He was suppod to be going through a cure for his nerves; but he doubted whether the polite visits to a number of total strangers would help much.
“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece, when she thought that they had sat long enough in silence. dha胶囊
“Hardly one,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, you know, about four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”14寸有多大
“Then you know almost nothing about my aunt?” continued the calm young lady.
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“Only her name and address;” Framton admitted. He was wondering whether Mrs. Sappleton was married; perhaps she had been married and her husband was dead. But there was something of a man in the room.
“Her great sorrow came just three years ago,” said the child. “That would be after your sister’s time.”
“Her sorrow?” asked Framton.
“You may wonder why we keep that window上网登录 wide open on an October afternoon,” said the niece, pointing to a long window that opened like a door on to the grass outside.
“It is quite warm for the time of the year,孕妇膳食>苏州河” said Framton; 用骄傲造句“but has that window got anything to do with your aunt’s sorrow?”
“Out through that window, exactly three years ago, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s 鲁平公shooting. They never came back. In crossing the country to the shooting-ground, they were all three swallowed in a bog. Their bodies were never f
ound.” Here the child’s voice lost its calm sound and became almost human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday, they and the little brown dog that was lost with them, and walk in at that window just as they ud to do. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it is quite dark. Do you know, sometimes on quiet evenings like this, I almost get a strange feeling that they will all walk in through the window?”
It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being late in making her appearance.
“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said.
“She has been very interesting,” said Framton.
“I hope you don't mind the open window,” said Mrs. Sappleton briskly; “My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting, and they always come in this way.” She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all purely horrible. He made a desperate but only p
artially successful effort to change the topic; he was conscious that his hostess was giving him only a part of her attention and her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and the lawn beyond.
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Then suddenly Mrs. Sappleton brightened into alert attention.
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Framton wildly grabbed his hat and stick; he ran out through the front door and through the gate.
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Once upon a sunny morning a man who sat in a breakfast nook looked up from his scrambled eggs to e a white unicorn with a golden horn quietly cropping the ros in the garden. The man went up to the bedroom where his wife was still asleep and woke her. "There's a unicorn in the garden," he said. "Eating ros." She opened one unfriendly
eye and looked at him.
"The unicorn is a mythical beast," she said, and turned her back on him. The man walked slowly downstairs and out into the garden. The unicorn was still there; now he was browsing among the tulips. "Here, unicorn," said the man, and he pulled up a lily and gave it to him. The unicorn ate it gravely. With a high heart, becau there was a unicorn in his garden, the man went upstairs and roud his wife again. "The unicorn," he said," ate a lily." His wife sat up in bed and looked at him coldly. "You are a booby," she said, "and I am going to have you put in the booby-hatch."
