The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Unlike his own crying when he was alone, Grace cried quietly in front of Alan Stone, but her eyes were extremely sad.

Alan Stone hadn't seen Grace cry very much, but this time he went home and saw him cry like this twice.At one point, he even thought that Grace showed such a painful expression because she suddenly felt unwell and felt pain.But then he realized that the maid was just tortured by emotions.

This young man who had just been honed into a man by the battlefield actually had the urge to cry.He regretted that he frightened the maid by saying those things just now, but he had to be ruthless, just to frighten this ignorant maid.

Grace bowed her head and sobbed.Alan Stone hesitantly put his hand on Grace's shoulder, and his hand fell on the thinly washed old nightgown. His palm immediately felt the shape and softness of the shoulder under the fabric, and he quickly retracted his hand.

His mind was in a mess, since he was woken up from his dream by the noise, so many things happened in just a few moments, making him tired and confused.He thought how did he realize that the maid had been disheveled all this time?And this room is still so cold... How can you sleep at night in such a cold room and the bed is still so hard?

A lot of clothes were thrown on the bed. Alan Ston glanced over them one by one, and finally chose the shawl. He unfolded it, raised his hand, and dropped it again. He just handed the things to Grace in a low voice. Said: "Don't cry."

Grace looked up at him, took the shawl and put it on her body, clutching a corner of the shawl, and gradually stopped crying.This shawl can give courage and strength.

Grace finally looked directly at Alan Stone. Although the crying just now made him look pitiful, his eyes were extremely firm.He said to Alan Stone, "Do you remember a little poodle your mother used to have? A brown one, a little one."

Alan Stone nodded.The wives all love dogs, which can effectively relieve loneliness, and his mother is no exception.

"I also had a dog when I was a child." Grace said softly, "Actually, it was a puppy from the watchdog in the backyard. All the other paparazzi were sent away, and only this one was left... Of course, no one thought it was a dog. Mine, but I thought it was mine at the time, gave it a name, saved food for it, stole broth from it..."

Alan Stone couldn't help asking him, "When did it happen?" He never remembered Grace mentioning a dog.

Grace chuckled, "It was after I went to work in the laundry room. The window of the laundry room faces the backyard, so I can see it."

Alan Stone lowered his eyes.

"I raised it for half a year and watched it grow up bit by bit. That Christmas Eve—you should understand, the kitchen will be very busy and there will be a lot of food on Christmas Eve. I took advantage of the adults Without paying attention, I sneaked in and cut a large piece of raw meat for it... It was the first time it ate such a large piece of meat, it was big and fresh, and it was so happy, its tail wagged very fast." Grace thought of the half-grown dog, He couldn't help laughing, "Later it went to the chicken coop to steal chickens to eat, and was beaten to death by the manservant in charge of the hen coop."

Alan Stone was taken aback by how the dog turned out.

"What do you want to say? Once you taste something new, you always want to try it again. Do you mean that? But you don't have to go to the palace to continue wearing beautiful clothes. Didn't I just tell you that William and I will Find you a good husband, and you don't have to be a maid anymore. Look at the dog's fate, if you have to eat what you shouldn't eat, it will..."

Grace interrupted him, "You guessed wrong. I mean, if I were not a servant but a master, my dog ​​wouldn't be dead." At that time he wondered why his dog could only Frozen and hungry, eat smelly offal and hard bread soaked in broth, while the wife's dog can sleep in a warm house, lie down in the sun in a nest covered with silk, and eat fresh meat.

Alan Stone was right, he had already tasted the power, and wanted to taste it more.He didn't know what to do or what to do before, so he let William go to such a dangerous place; but now that he knew what he could do, there was no reason to back down.

"The milk has been spilled. Ellen, don't feel sorry for me, it's not worth it."