The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

If there was anything in Mrs. Stone that the Earl of Arundel admired, it was that she was less superstitious than other women, and less romantic than other women.

Their wedding was very pragmatic, in other words it was hasty and simple.Had it been any other young boy or girl, the bride would have been supposed to be pregnant, and Mrs. Stone's lack of charm would have saved her reputation.

"The earl is worried about war, and winter is coming," she explained to the local squires.

Compared to the calmness of the two parties involved, the servants of Stone Mountain Villa were full of disappointment.They thought it would be a lively wedding, which would bring some fresh excitement to their boring lives. However, most of the people who came to the wedding were local dignitaries and did not stay overnight; Mrs. Stone did not have any natal relatives left. , only invited a family of distant relatives, dressed more rustic than herself; the most surprising thing is the Earl of Arundel, he did not invite any family members, only a few old friends, said to be old comrades-in-arms, who are now serving in the army Important position.

People say that the Earl of Arundel is a nobleman without extravagance, and Grace agrees with this point, but he has some other speculations, which are a little narrow, related to the popular marriage jokes about age and property .

On the day of the wedding, perhaps by accepting the advice of the Earl of Arundel, Mrs. Stone finally took off the dark dress with heavy lace and put on a light-colored skirt, and matched it with the most fashionable dress brought from Paris by the Earl of Arundel. Shoes and hats.

When she was walked towards the priest with the arm of the Earl of Arundel, because of the outstanding manliness of the Earl himself, Mrs. Stone showed a bit of softness.

Everyone was excited by Mrs. Stone's new femininity and whispered in the overcrowded chapel.

Only Alan Stone, who was sitting in the first row, had an overly serious expression and watched the whole process of the wedding with a heavy heart.

After accepting the priest's blessing, Mrs. Stone has since become Mrs. Arundel.In the arms of her husband, she pleaded for her youngest son who failed to properly express her joy amidst the blessings of the people: "Please don't blame, Alan can be a little childish sometimes, but most of the time he is steady .”

The Earl of Arundel patted his wife's hand to comfort him, "I understand a boy of his age, I should be the one to make it up to him."

The two walked hand in hand across the aisle, and everyone rose to applaud and best wishes eagerly.Alan Stone also stood up and looked back following the figures of his mother and stepfather.But his gaze didn't fall on them, but he looked through the layers of heads and cheers, looking in the back row.

He found the little maid who was of humble origin and had half the same blood as he and his brother. She was squeezed into a corner and was trying to stand on tiptoe and stretch her neck to watch the excitement. Her fair little face was bright and curious, as if forever Don't know sorrow.

That night, out of respect for his wife, the Count slept in the same room with her.

Grace thought she would be free that night, so she went to bed early, but she was woken up again, saying that Mrs. Brown asked him to warm the bedding for Master Allen.

Mrs. Brown was Mrs. Stone's mouth—of course it should now be called Mrs. Arundel, Grace wondered, and Mrs. Arundel had never liked his association with her young son.Hadn't he been stuffed into the laundry room for playing with Master Allen?

Grace dressed meticulously, took a lot of time, and then hurried upstairs with hot coals.

Alan Stone smelled heavily of alcohol as soon as he opened the door. He stared blankly at Grace for two seconds before asking, "What are you doing here?"

Grace took a step back calmly, and held the sealed charcoal basin in front of the two of them, "Madam asked me to warm your quilt."

Alan Stone, who was drunk, did not completely lose his ability to think, and his face also showed surprise, "My mother?"

"Yes." Grace replied methodically, "I'll leave if you don't need me."

Alan Stone grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the room: "Need. Come in."

Fortunately, he didn't make any unnecessary movements after closing the door, but Grace was still trembling, and he knew that Alan Stone was standing behind and watching him.

Grace knelt on the bed and stuffed the hot charcoal basin into the quilt, moved it around a few times before getting ready to take it out.

"Grace!" Alan Ston suddenly hugged him from behind, the irresistible force made Grace's shivering heart jump suddenly, and she subconsciously wanted to smash the hot charcoal basin behind her.

"It's just the three of us..." The warm face pressed against Grace's neck, causing Grace's hand holding the charcoal basin to loosen its strength.

"There are only three of us in the Stone family..." Wet tears fell on his neck, dripped down his skin and into his clothes.

Grace felt it stiffly, the water on the back of her neck became more and more obvious, and the hot air exhaled by Alan Stone scorched him even more, and penetrated into his body through the cold winter night.

Grace suddenly pushed away the person on her body, and Alan Stone fell to the ground limply like a real drunk.

Grace stood up and looked down at Alan Ston who was slumped on the ground, hesitating, "Do you need someone to accompany you?"

Alan Stone raised his head, looked at Grace with a look of nostalgia that would never appear on his face when he was awake, and nodded.

Grace was terrified by his eyes, she picked up the charcoal basin and ran to the door: "Then I'll call Orisa, you wait!" After finishing speaking, she ran away from the Ai who scared him so much. Lenston.