beauty and money

Mrs. Gralice's scolding made Mary's face turn pale. It is undeniable that her gothic fantasy head is full of curiosity about mysterious things, and she cannot be forgiven without the owner's permission. Dangerous, Mary immediately replied with some anger: "I'm sorry for my rudeness. What about you? Ma'am, if I don't find out, will I fall into the trap you prepared for me?" Her eyes were burning, regardless of her surroundings The servant stared in surprise.

Mrs. Grace had a stiff face, obviously suppressing her anger. She said to Mary: "I thought you were a girl who was not valued but talented. I wanted to use my ability to make you happy. Maybe I have some selfishness in helping you, but I guarantee that this selfishness will not hurt you in the slightest. I do it out of good intentions. But you, Miss Margaret Bennet, you don't know what you have done. I I told you a long time ago that Nemer is not friendly, and it is not a paradise for you to explore. Now, I still do not intend to take back my words, Margaret, your behavior has simply made Bennet ashamed."

"For me? That's right, Ma'am, I respect you, but is your purpose really for me? You're destroying my character and regulating my behavior. Don't you do all this to make me more like someone else?" Mary was furious Burning, she has always accepted Madam's kindness and is grateful, but all these are for ulterior purposes, these kindnesses are not for her happiness, Mary is just put on a layer of armor by others, and she, It's not someone else, it's always been that stubborn and unbearable woman.

Mrs. Grace clenched her pajamas tightly. She couldn't believe that this girl had such an idea. Before that, she was pleased with her fortitude that was different from other girls, but also hated her stubbornness at times.But now, she only felt that this girl was far from being as easy to control as she imagined, and she seemed to think for a while before slowly saying: "Nemier will not welcome you, Margaret Bennet, you had a chance Have everything here, as long as you are willing to listen to me."

Mary was shocked by the sudden words, and then she replied proudly with tears in her eyes: "You could have gained Mary's loyalty and friendship, as long as you were honest with each other, but now you can only gain her contempt."

After that, Mary packed her luggage overnight and left all the items that belonged to Nemer. She thought that the money from her parents might not be enough for her expenses, but as long as she returned home and took out some pocket money, it would be enough to pay back.She did not like expensive dresses, ribbons, shoes, and millinery like any of the sisters, and she had no other expenses than her books, and she had a small savings.

No decent person would have thought very well of Miss Mary's adventures, it was her fault that she was so rude and offensive.However, Mary herself, under the panic and anger, did not let go of her apology at all, and stubbornly carried out her stubbornness all the time.In this way, at midnight, Nemer's servants sent her to the hotel overnight at the strong request of Mary herself, while Gryen was always in fear. She knew the young lady's bold behavior from others and felt that the young lady was too disrespectful. , she also couldn't understand the anger of the young lady. In her opinion, it was such a good opportunity that she could continue to enjoy the treatment of a duchess as long as she begged Mrs. Gralice's forgiveness. After all, Mrs. Grace is such a kind and soft-hearted person. But the young lady was stubborn and terrible, and she didn't dare to argue with her, because she felt that Miss Mary was burning, the anger swelling from her heart.

In the dark night, Mary sat in the car feeling the bumps of the road. She felt a bit of regret when the cold wind was blowing. She shouldn't have left so impulsively, at least she should have left after dawn.The moonlight was already sparse, but at this moment it appeared and disappeared in the dense clouds, as if a black curtain covered the whole world, besides the chirping of insects and the wind, there seemed to be ominous clouds floating.At this moment, Mary was upset and didn't know how to resolve the doubts in her heart. After she calmed down, she felt that she must have a feverish head.

The carriage drove in the middle of the night and arrived at the hotel in the town at dawn. In the second half of the night, the cloud turned into rain, pattering just like her mood. By the time she arrived at the hotel, the rain had gradually increased.Mary, who got off the carriage, apologized to the drenched coachman and asked him to convey his trouble and thanks to his wife, but she never apologized. It seemed that the heavy rain could not calm the girl down.

Due to the heavy rain, Mary could only stay here. Originally, they planned to stay at the hotel waiting for the mail or coach to return to Derby.The condition of this hotel is slightly better, but the smell of mold and damp still lingers in the room, and some of the toilet pots emit an unspeakable smell, which makes Mary unable to stay in the room. The guests were stranded because of the heavy rain. They sat at the table or chatted softly or ate by themselves.

The boss stood behind the counter talking to an old man with a white beard. Their voices were not loud, and it was difficult to distinguish them even if they walked over. It seemed that everyone was relatively quiet because of the rain.Grian didn't get a good night's rest, so he stayed in the room to catch up on sleep, while Mary went down the stairs to ask the boss for some food and sat down at the dining table.

This behavior is really out of line for a country lady. It is very vulgar to eat in a strange place without anyone's company, and to sit at a long table with a stranger.But now that no one knew anyone, and Mary was dressed as usual again, one could only guess that she was a schoolgirl or working lady.

She asked for a piece of bread and fried sausage herself. Since there was no drink suitable for ladies, she also ordered a barley juice. This kind of drink similar to ale is not fully fermented, so the degree is very low, with some sweetness and fermentation The sour smell, very cheap.The cup in her hand is probably the dirtiest she has ever used. There is dirt on the handle, but fortunately, the inside and the mouth of the cup have been washed very clean.With a depressed expression, she took a sip from time to time, holding the cup but her eyes were blurred.

She didn't know that the image of her at this time had been reflected in the eyes of an old man. He chatted slowly with the boss, and occasionally took a sip of honey wine. Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the woman sitting at the wooden table. The expression is sad and blurred. This is a difficult expression to capture. It seems that it is difficult to find an adjective. The almost rock-like eyes look at the dark sky outside the door. Under the reflection of the lights in the room, a wonderful light and shadow form on her face. The inexplicable shadow, what kind of trouble makes such a woman worry?

The old man picked up his blank notebook and quickly recorded all this with a carbon strip. His trembling hands with age spots did not affect the accuracy of the lines, and he outlined Mary's isolated and confused figure concisely and vividly.He has always had this kind of curiosity. He always hangs around in hotels, taverns, and cafes to chat with travelers, to learn about their affairs, listen to their complaints, and then write poems or paintings to integrate their stories into it.

Holding his wine glass, the old man felt as anxious as a young prodigal chasing the girl he loves. Intuitively, the old man thought that he had touched some inspiration, as if the only thing he could do in the gloomy weather was to talk to this girl .He was not too far away from her, but the girl glanced at him in surprise, then she realized that it was an old man and relaxed her vigilance, and continued to think about things that she seemed to be unable to figure out, alienated and lonely.

"Can I give this to you?" The old man tore off a page he sketched and pushed it in front of the girl. She seemed surprised, and then she was attracted by the person in the painting.is this herThe concise brushwork accurately captures the bewilderment and sadness of the future that go deep into the bone marrow.

Sensing the surprise and alienation of the girl opposite, the old man immediately added: "Oh, I'm sorry, I don't mean any harm. My name is William Blake. People here call me Old William. I am a craftsman who makes prints, and of course I also like painting. and poetry, and chances are you've seen my engravings in the papers."

Once the old man started talking, he couldn't stop. He was not a very famous painter or poet, but he was very religious, and he had some common topics with Mary on moral classics.He hopes to understand Mary's mood, because every painter will try to figure out the psychology of the characters in his pen, and integrate this mood into the subtle paintings.

"I didn't think about anything, just, just a little overwhelmed. I always have a lot of worries about the future." Mary was polite and distant to this curious old man, but she was already moved by his sketches. The young girl has a unique charm. She doesn't know much about painting, but as a lady, she and her sisters have taken basic painting courses.But Marie lacks creativity, and is even more artisanal in art, especially on the piano that puts a lot of effort into it, almost lacking in taste and emotion.

While Mary was talking with the old man, something very unpleasant happened in the hotel.A man threw a resident's salute out of the window and argued loudly with him: "Get out, get out now, or I'll break your leg."

"No, James, don't be like this..." Another female voice begged, and it was noisier than the rain on this rainy morning.The boss heard the movement upstairs and rushed over to see what happened.However, the conversation between the old man and Mary had to be terminated. Mary was not a good conversation partner, and she seldom spoke to unfamiliar people.Now it was only because of the sketch that she was talking about something irrelevant, and being interrupted at this time really made her feel relieved.

The old man obviously didn't want to get involved in trouble, so he had to take his leave and go to a nearby cafe, where a lot of fashionable students gathered, and they made good models and conversation partners.Walking the muddy roads in the pouring rain was not something Mary could do, so she just sat there with nothing to do.

Until those quarreling people beat from upstairs to downstairs, a young man was kicked down from the stairs, and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment, everyone around screamed, and several men booed around, yelling for them to be cruel. Fight hard.At this time, an obese, red-faced middle-aged man rushed out from upstairs. He looked like he was burning with anger, and his brown beard seemed to be dyed red by anger. His loud voice resounded in the entire hotel lobby. reverberate.

"You shameless little boy, a poor beggar, how much will she pay you for sleeping with this stinky bitch?" He said, grabbing the middle-aged woman who was chasing after her, and slapped her hard on the face a few times. He ignored all his persuasion, crying and begging for mercy.Mary, who watched the farce, frowned. The man was swearing and treating his wife so rudely, giving people a very barbaric impression.

"That's not the case. I beg your wife to take pity on me. She just kindly paid the rent for me." The young man on the ground stood up and immediately explained to the man.

"Then I should hit her even more, she won't touch me in the future, even if I throw it into the cesspit, I won't give it to someone like you." Then he punched the woman twice, which made her burst into tears Can't stop begging for mercy.

The young man couldn't bear it anymore and rushed forward to stop him, but he was not the man's opponent and was severely punched several times. "Either you get out today and refund the room fee to me, or I will beat you to death."

"I'll get a sum of money right away..." Before the young man finished speaking, the middle-aged man laughed, as if he had heard some joke, he went downstairs and sarcastically said to the young man: "The beggar said he could When the king, does he think it's Henry VII? There's nothing in the world less credible than a scumbag saying he's going to have a fortune. I've seen too much. Now if you can't get the money, go away Go to the street and beg for food, pig." Then he grabbed the young man by the collar and pressed him against the counter, telling the boss that he wanted to return the money, immediately, and told the beggars to leave immediately.

"The room fee cannot be refunded." The boss completely ignored the middle-aged man's threatening tone and unkind eyes.But he didn't want to get involved in the quarrel between the tenants, so he said: "You can give this gentleman a few days, maybe he will get a lot of money." Although he said so, the boss was quite disdainful in his heart , people in today's society will only become more and more degenerate.

The middle-aged man bumped into a wall from the boss, dragged the young man to the door and threw him out.It was raining heavily at this time, and the young man struggled to get in but was kicked out again. "Either you go get the money you said, or you go back to your pigsty." The young man stood in the rain in a state of embarrassment. He silently packed the scattered clothes into the box. The things were still in the room, but this man was just deliberately making trouble and embarrassing him.

The people around watched the show with the eyes of watching, they booed, clamored and talked privately from time to time.At this time Mary stood up from the chair in surprise, and she realized that she knew this man.So he said to the middle-aged man who was blocking the door to prevent the young man from entering, "Enough, how much does he owe you?"