Harriet Smith

Let's solve the problem like that. "

"Harriet..." He was silent for a moment, then bent down and kissed her hand, "Thank you."

"What about you?" He asked worriedly.

"I...?" She lowered her head, "I don't know. Maybe I should be like Miss Woodhouse, and apologize bravely when I do something wrong... He is such a good person, he should forgive me."

"Oh, yes." He frowned. "You rejected his marriage proposal and hoped that he would treat you kindly—of course, I believe that gentleman will. But don't you think you are too cruel to him?"

"I told you it wouldn't be a marriage proposal! How could he love me!" She raised her head and growled at him, "I think he meant to blame me for being too immodest..."

"Up to you." He shrugged.

"...Then what do you think!" She pouted.

"Don't worry." He patted her on the back comfortingly, "I have friends in London, Waymory, Bath... I will introduce you to rich and single men. You are so young, beautiful and cute... definitely There will be many suitors."

"What are you talking about?" She shook his hand away dumbfounded, "I'm not sad because I missed a rich single man, okay?"

"What is that?" He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Don't you want to marry a rich man?"

"Money is of course important, but you also need love to get married." She sighed.

"You love him?" His voice was low.

"To be honest... I don't know." She shook her head, "I just hope that I can see him often, not to be hated by him, he will greet me gently, in his eyes... I hope he thinks I'm a good person This is enough. But now I am hated by him...!"

Emma can reconcile after being reprimanded by Mr. Knightley many times, but she can't stand it once.Oh, why is she so fragile?If only she was as confident as Emma.

"What if he married?" Frank asked again.

"Of course I will bless him—the wife he married must be a lady he loves very much." She leaned against the wall, looked at the ceiling, and thought of Emma, ​​"She is beautiful, kind, intelligent, sincere, and frank... And I, I want to leave here, pray for them every day, if I am sad, think of him will cheer up, call his name, I feel full of courage... I think I can live my life like this, and I am happy enough."

The author has something to say: Frank Erkan Churchill: You are so selfish!So cruel!How bad!

Harriet Lagerstroemia Smith: Aren't you selfish, cruel, and vile? !

Frank Erkan Churchill: You are more selfish, more cruel, and worse than me!

Harriet Ziwei Smith: You are the most selfish, cruel, and worst!

I'm sorry the author can't stop the convulsions. . . .

☆, first kiss

Churchill is going to save the beauty.

Hartfield was but half a mile from Randalls, and Harriet could hardly see herself not to say hello to Emma, ​​now that she was here.

At Hartfield, Emma had not returned, and Mr. Knightley was chatting with Mr. Woodhouse.

He saw her and nodded politely.

She sat down and had a little chat with Mr. Woodhouse about the weather or something.He was half lying on the wide chair, snoring softly.

The old man actually fell asleep.She smiled and pulled the blanket over his lap over his shoulders to cover him.

The two sat in silence.

He leaned against the window, she sat by the fireplace.

Really restless... She wringed her fingers.

"Is your pillow okay?" He suddenly asked softly.

"Ah..." She looked up in surprise and saw his smile.She was worried and didn't know how to speak, but he offered to ask, which greatly relieved her.

"It's okay...thank you." She felt so heartwarming.He is such a good man, so he resolved her entangled mood these days.

"That day... I'm sorry." He nodded apologetically, "I threw it on the floor, it got dirty."

"No, it doesn't matter." She quickly replied, "I washed it and dried it in the sun. After drying, it must be soft and soft, with the smell of sunshine."

And it was indeed wool and not sheepskin, so she was relieved.

"...I'm sorry." He apologized again in a low voice.

"No, no, no... it's me who should apologize." She grabbed the cushion and covered her face, "I'm so stupid, I'm so ashamed, I'm sorry... I haven't been so stupid in my previous life and this life ... woo..."

"Oh, Miss Smith, I know you've been pretty smart." He chuckled under his breath. "You really like covering your face with your pillow... what's the look on your face now?"

"Huh?" She took the pillow down a little, revealing her eyes.

He stood by the window, with a slight smile on his mature and handsome face, the breeze blew, and the curtains floated behind him, scratching his face and clothes.The sun shines on him as if he would glow.

Harriet stared blankly, only thinking of one word: like a heavenly being.

Looking so good-looking and so gentle and considerate, he must be an archangel descended into the world.

This fairy-like brother... (something seems wrong)

"dad!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and Emma came in, and saw them laughing, "Mr. Knightley, Harriet, it is very good to see you!"

He greeted Emma with a smile, "I'm waiting for you. I'm going to London soon, do you want to bring something to Isabella and the others? ——except 'love', which cannot be carried."

Mr. Woodhouse was awakened, and said slowly, "Oh, dear daughter, have you returned from your visit to poor Mrs. Bates and her daughter? Are they all right?"

Then turning to Mr. Knightley, "Emma is always interested in them."

When Knightley heard this, he looked at Emma in surprise.

Harriet saw the surprise on his face quickly turn to kindness and... something like love.

He walked towards Emma, ​​held her hand, and was about to kiss her...

Harriet watched with a smile.My heart is calm and warm.

He glanced at her suddenly, and then let go of Emma's hand again.

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The next day, bad news came from Richmond. Frank's aunt, the controlling Mrs. Churchill, passed away.

Frank had rushed over yesterday, and the people of Highbury seemed to be in mourning.

Harriet continued to talk about the scene, but she really didn't feel much about this old woman she had never met.

A few days later Emma and she called on the Weston's.

But she found that the expressions of the Weston and his wife today... are strange.They, including Emma, ​​looked at her with an almost sad expression.

"What's the matter?" She couldn't figure it out, so she had to smile.The original book doesn't seem to have this paragraph, does it?

"Oh, Harriet, poor Harriet..." Mrs. Weston came and took her by the hand, with tears in her eyes, "I don't know how to tell you... Well, Frank, Our Mr. Churchill, he..."

"What's wrong with him?" She was a little nervous.

"He..." Mrs. Weston took a deep breath, "he's engaged. Secretly engaged last October...to him and Miss Jane Fairfax! He's too much! He shouldn't be I don't know how to express my apologies for being engaged to you... Harriet...Mr. Weston and I always thought it was you and him...I didn't expect that he had...before he came to Highbury... !"

Harriet listened for a while and finally understood: they had thought she was engaged to Frank.Now it turns out that Frank is already engaged to Jane.So they felt that she was being played with by Frank and felt very sad.

Even Mrs. Weston, who has always been calm, was a little incoherent. It can be seen that they were really frightened by this blockbuster.

Emma was also on the verge of crying, "Poor Harriet... I was wrong again! I shouldn't have encouraged you..."

"Ahem, I already knew about their engagement." She smiled and patted Mrs. Weston's hand.

"Huh?" The other three were taken aback.

"Well, he told me shortly after he came to Highbury." She nodded. "Mr. Churchill and I are just good friends, not lovers, let alone engaged. So please rest assured. In fact, I am very happy I heard my friend finally made up his mind to go public - he was a little hesitant before."

"... my God." It took Mrs. Weston a moment to accept the fact. "You already knew?"

"Yes." She smiled, "I'm very sorry to keep it from you. Because of Mrs. Churchill, he doesn't know if this marriage can be blessed..."

"Of course," said Mr. Weston hastily, "Miss Fairfax is a strong, intelligent woman, and Frank is very lucky to have her."

"Oh," sighed Mrs. Weston, and clapped Harriet's hand with a smile.

"You know you didn't tell me!" Emma complained dissatisfiedly as soon as she got back to Hatfield, "I'm still worried about you!"

"I'm sorry, dear Miss Woodhouse, I didn't mean to hide it from you." She smiled and hugged Emma, ​​"It's just that the parties don't say anything, and I can't say anything."

"That shouldn't be..." Emma snorted, "Oh, at that time, Mr. Churchill stood up and rescued you who were under siege... I thought you could accomplish a good thing."

Obviously she was injured in order to save Churchill... Harriet murmured to herself.

But those are not important.

The important thing is...

Next, it's time for Harriet to say her final lines.

She took a deep breath and said slowly, "Actually, I have someone I like."

"Ah?! Who is it?" Emma opened her small mouth slightly in surprise, and closed it after a while.

"It's someone you know too." She smiled, looking at the window, remembering him standing here.

"The one I know...isn't Elton, Churchill, or Martin?" Emma counted the unmarried men she knew, "Could it be...Mr. Knightley?!"

She smiled and nodded, "I like him very much, love him...he is such a good person, isn't he? Gentle, considerate, smart, kind..."

"Certainly. There is no more gentleman here." Emma smiled, but it seemed with sullen reluctance.

"My dear friend, you will support me too, won't you?" She hugged Emma with feigned eagerness.

According to the plot, Emma will realize her feelings for Mr. Knightley under the stimulation of Harriet, and then Knightley will fly back from London to confess, together, HE.

Her main quest has been completed.Since she didn't want to marry Martin, she could go straight to her own end.

In the evening, she was talking to Mrs. Goddard about her work, when suddenly Miss Pickton hurried in and told her that Mr. Knightley was coming.

Why is he here?

Harriet went out with a stomach full of question marks, and saw him standing in the garden.

"Miss Smith!" He stepped forward excitedly and held her hand, "That bastard Churchill! How could he treat you like this!"

She finally understood why he had come.

"Mr. Knightley, have you not been to Hatfield?" Emma would have told him.In other words, according to the original book, he should go to Hatfield to comfort Emma... Harriet faintly felt that something was wrong.

"Go. Emma said you went back," he whispered.

So he came to find her?But... "Miss Woodhouse told you nothing?"

"No. Should she tell me something?" He frowned. "I met Cole on the road and heard that Churchill was engaged to Miss Fairfax a long time ago, so I hurried back to find you."

Is he so worried about her?Are you so worried that you didn't ask the Weston couple for confirmation?Isn't he always cautious and steady?

She looked into his face and smiled.

"Miss Smith, forget about that man, he's not worth it." Mr. Knightley's voice was hoarse.

Did he hurry back?

But... shouldn't he go to comfort Emma?How did you come to comfort her?

"Ah—" she exclaimed, "I did it wrong, I was so wrong!"

If she didn't let Churchill get close to Emma, ​​there would be no gossip between the two of them. Without gossip, Emma would not be hurt by public opinion, she would not be hurt, and Mr. Knightley would not comfort her!

She thought it was for her own good not to let the scumbag approach Emma, ​​but who knew, at the same time, she also lost an important opportunity to develop a relationship with Knightley!

Now it is me who is rumored to have an affair with Churchill, so Knightley has come to comfort myself!

"Miss Smith... dear Miss Smith!" He squeezed her hand. "It's not your fault...don't blame yourself."

"No...it's all my fault...God. What should I do..." She covered her face.How to make up for this mistake?

"Don't say that." He whispered, "it'll be fine. I...we'll be with you through it all. It's okay. You are such a nice girl, someone...deeply admires you."

They're not saying the same thing at all.

Still, she was really moved.

Unexpectedly, he would rush to see her.

Under the moonlight, his eyes were earnest and sincere.

Her heart skipped a beat.

A burst of white light flashed through my mind——

When she is alone with him, her palms sweat, her heart beats faster when she is close to him, she is very concerned about his impression of herself, and hopes to be liked by him, when he treats her better, she is like being in a cloud, and when he is angry, she is so entangled She is full of worries, if he gets closer to other women, she will become sour, and miss every little thing about getting along with him-because she fell in love with him!

Why is she so dull!

Looking at his face, she wept.

"Don't cry..." He took out his handkerchief and wiped her tears again.

She smiled, looking at his cheek through tears.

I really want to kiss him...but he is too tall, and she may not be able to reach it even if she stands on tiptoe.

If it climbs up to his neck, it may be thrown away by him.

She thought about the sure hit.

"Mr. Knightley, will you squat down?" She wiped the corners of her eyes.

"Okay." He squatted down and looked up at her.

"Close your eyes," she said softly.

"Yeah." He smiled and closed his eyes.

Before the flowers, under the moon.

She held the face of the man she loved, bent down, and gently printed her mark on his lips.

He froze for a moment.

She kissed hard for a few more seconds before raising her head.

"Good night."

Before he could react, she ran back like flying.

Before he and Emma are together, let her be willful once...

The author has something to say: Awwow. . .

☆, floating in London

My dearest Miss Woodhouse:

By the time you read this letter I will have left Highbury.I'm so sorry I didn't say goodbye to you in person.But I am so ashamed that I dare not see you again.Thank you very much for your care, and I will never forget your kind friendship.Wherever I am, my prayers are with you... I wish you and Mr. Knightley happiness.

your faithful

Harriet Smith

In the early morning, when it was daylight, she got into the carriage of Ford's clerk-he was going to London to buy goods, and he agreed to take her by the way.

The green grass, the clear river, the dense elm forest... Gradually go away.

Farewell, Highbury.

Farewell, dear people.

------

Third time in London.

Carrying simple luggage, she stood blankly on the street.

Originally, she planned to ask Mrs. Goddard or someone else to introduce the job, and then left.But, realizing she was in love with Knightley, she couldn't look them in the eye anymore...

Find a place to live first.

She walked into a shabby little hotel.

"Hello, I'd like to stay at the hotel," she said to the old man behind the counter.

"You?" The old man looked her up and down, "Little girl, people like you are not here."

what kind of person?She looks at how she is dressed.

The old man pouted behind him.

She saw some coachmen and servants.

"This is not a place for decent people, little girl." The old man said, "Why do you come out alone? It must be running away from home. I have to call the police."

"No, no." She quickly waved her hand, "I'm already here. I'm here to look for a job."

"Well, go to Mrs. Miller. She has female tenants there. Maybe she can give you a job."

After asking about Mrs. Miller's address, she thanked the hotel owner and went out with her luggage.

Mrs. Miller was a widow who lived by renting out her house.

The house is very dilapidated, but she doesn't have much money, and she doesn't know the place well, so she has nothing to choose, so she can only settle down first.

Tell Mrs. Miller about her job search, and she promises to help Harriet keep an eye out.

He stayed in a state of anxiety.

It was shabby, old, with leaks on the walls, and musty smelling rooms, a far cry from the nice, tidy rooms at Hatfield, not even the one where she stayed at Mrs Godard's.But there's no other way, that's the only way to be self-reliant.

At night she took some comfort in hugging the pillow Mr. Knightley had given her.

She must be strong and work hard.

Because she will have to survive on her own in the future.

The next day she bought a newspaper to read, and after asking around, she knew that there was another lady who could introduce a job, so she went to find her.This Mrs. Rose does it full-time.She glanced at Harriet through the frame of her spectacles, "You're talented, and I don't have any work experience. It may not be easy to find a good tutor job."

"This is the letter of recommendation from the principal." She quickly handed over Mrs. Goddard's letter of recommendation.

She took it and only glanced at it, "Okay, I'll let you know if there's any news."

After waiting for two or three days without any news, she went to visit again, but she still got the same answer.

After a week like this, she couldn't help becoming anxious.

Her savings can be saved for a month or two.But waiting like this is not an option.She thought about looking for another job, but the serious jobs that women can do these days are really limited. She lacks physical strength, can't cook, and doesn't know how to comb her hair. After looking around, she can only be a teacher. fit.

She couldn't help but miss her previous job.Anyway, she was considered a professional in the past, but she has fallen to this point... I heard that there are some factories in the north, if you can't find a job, you can become a factory girl.

"A gentleman is looking for a tutor. I wonder if you would like to go." Mrs. Miller said that day.

"Really? Great!" She was overjoyed.

"He has two boys who are naughty and has had several governesses."

"Let me try." Though her intention was to tutor girls, as Mrs. Weston had been before.But at this time, that's all I can say.

Even if you can't, you should gain experience.In such a mood, Harriet followed Mrs. Miller to a house.

It appears to be average.According to Mrs. Miller, the host is a businessman.

"Mr. and Mrs. Cruise, this is Miss Smith." Mrs. Miller introduced.

Harriet hurriedly greeted them respectfully.

Mr. Crews was tall and lanky and seemed very nice.The hostess was as wide as two Harriets side by side, chubby and carefree.

Hope it's a good employer.

When Mr. Cruise saw her, he immediately agreed, and the hostess hesitated for a while, and agreed to give her a try.

Settling in with trepidation, she meets her students: Tom and Jerry.The two children are three and five years old.Not old enough to go to boarding school.

Harriet did her best at the job.There is only one maid in Cruise's family, who does housework and cooks, so Harriet has to do the babysitting job.However, she is already very satisfied with a job. After accumulating some experience, she will slowly find a better one.

Tom and Jerry are not as naughty as imagined, and they can read books occasionally.She taught them to read in the morning, and painted and played games in the afternoon, and they got along well.

Mr. Crews went to work during the day, and his wife went to the neighbor's house to play cards, drink tea and chat. They didn't care much about their studies. Maybe they just found someone to take care of them, which made Harriet a little less stressed. .

But she was still a novice, and made mistakes and omissions in the first week.The two brothers pushed and fought, and little Tom slammed his head on the table, crying loudly.Harriet frantically comforted her, just at that moment the husband came back, which frightened her too much.Thinking that she would at least be scolded, and maybe let her go, Mr. Cruise comforted her in turn to not care about it. Children are naughty, and this kind of situation is inevitable.

She was very moved and thankful that she met a good employer in her first job in London.

When the wife came back, the children had forgotten the pain and played as usual.The gentleman winked at her, as if telling her not to speak.She returns with a grateful smile.

But for several nights in a row, she still hugged the pillow, feeling very guilty.She secretly made up her mind that she must cheer up.

The next week, she got her first paycheck.Although it was only a few shillings, she was happy for a long time.This is what she earned.

After a month, she has gradually become familiar with the job. Besides looking after the children, she can also take some time out to read books by herself.

One day, two children were playing in the small garden, and Mr. Cruise came back suddenly.

She quickly got up and saluted, "You came back so early today, my wife hasn't come back yet."

"Yeah. I have something to do." He nodded, "Come here, please."

"Me?" She looked at the child.

"Let Lucy watch for a while." He called the maid out to watch the child, and Harriet to follow him.

Lucy wiped her hands and muttered dissatisfiedly, looking at her sarcastically.

"What's the matter, sir?" She twisted her fingers nervously.

"It's nothing." He patted her on the shoulder. "Sit down. Are you used to life? Miss Smith."

"Well. Everyone is very kind to me, thank you very much." She nodded with a smile, expressing her gratitude sincerely.

"I have a present for you." He took out a small box from his pocket, "Do you like it?"

"Send me a gift? Thank you." She was a little surprised.This family is too nice.

She took it, opened it and saw it was a pair of pearl earrings.

"Like it?" Mr. Cruise said pleasantly.

"... Such an expensive gift, can you give it to me?" She felt that it was not appropriate, and thought about how to refuse it.

"Take it." He smiled, picked up an earring, and brushed her hair, "I'll put it on for you."

She had goosebumps all over her body, and quickly took a few steps back, "No, no need!"

"Don't be shy... Harriet..." He smiled maliciously and reached out to touch her face.

"Please call me Ms. Smith! If there is nothing else, I will go out to see the children!" No matter how stupid she was, she knew the gentleman's intentions and ran out quickly.

—she knew what Lucy's mocking smile meant!

He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

She staggered and fell to his chest, and then was crushed by him on the table.

"Come on! I'm calling someone!" she yelled, struggling.

"Lucy won't save you...you'll be the one to be ashamed." He peeled off his gentleman's mask, revealing a greedy smile.

He gripped her hands firmly, biting her clothes with his teeth.

Her strength was still no match for a grown man, and she was bitten on the neck by him a few times.

"No!" Her tears welled up.She didn't want to lose herself to this strange man with a human face and a beast heart!

Mr. Knightley...

With all her strength, she bent her legs and pushed her knees towards him!

He groaned and bent over.

She kicked him hard again, grabbed the water bottle on the table and lifted it up, "If you come over again, I'll smash you to death!"

Hastily hid in the room, locked the door, and she collapsed by the door.

She was actually harassed by a lecherous man... Thinking of the neck bitten by him, she felt very sick.

She hid in the room and packed her things, and she dared not go out until she heard the hostess came back.

But when he went out, he saw the hostess standing at the door with wide-eyed eyes.

Seeing Harriet, she waved her big, fat hand like a cattail fan to her face!

With a snap, Harriet felt a burning pain on her face, and she fell to the ground.

Seeing Mr. Cruise's expression, she knew what happened.

This hypocritical man, the villain will sue first!

"Get out! Get out of my house immediately!" the hostess yelled at her with her hands on her hips.

Harriet struggled to her feet, touched her face, looked directly at her, "Give me this week's salary."

"...Huh!" The hostess looked at her contemptuously for a while, and finally took out a few coins and threw them on the ground.

She bent down, picked up her wages, and strode out the door without thinking.

This was her first job, which lasted less than two months.

She went back to Mrs. Miller.

"Kids are naughty, aren't they?" Mrs. Miller gave her a look.

It's too careless.

She huddled in the room to sum up her lessons.This is not Highbury, a small village with simple folk customs, but London, a metropolis full of fish and dragons!

She had also worked for many years in the 21st century, so she shouldn't have been so careless. Perhaps the leisurely life in Highbury for nearly a year made her relax her vigilance.

Be careful in the future, don't go to any job, if the employer picks her, she has to pick the employer too.

----

In the blink of an eye, more than a month has passed.

On the way back from looking for work, she slowed down.

She has gradually adapted to London.There are tall buildings, exquisite shops and workshops, neat and noble residential areas, as well as old streets, noisy streets, and chaotic neighborhoods...

But no matter where, she felt gray.

She squinted and looked up at the sky.

Even on a sunny afternoon, London looks like a photo with undersaturated colors in her eyes.

She was walking on the road when she suddenly saw the back of a tall and straight man not far ahead.

Will it be him?

Startled, she followed subconsciously.

After following for a few minutes, the other party seemed to have spotted her and turned around.

She dodged quickly, but it was too late, and he saw her.

At the same time, she also saw each other.

Not Mr. Knightley.She felt relieved, but at the same time deeply disappointed.

"Little girl?" The man looked her up and came forward with a smile.

"I'm sorry, I admitted the wrong person!" She hurried away.

Running back into a street, the other party did not catch up.She leaned against the wall, panting.

"Little girl, you're new here?" A bearded man stood outside the house next door. He seemed to have looked at her for a while, then walked up to her and smiled at her, "Don't you know the rules here?"

"What rules?" A local snake?She took a few steps back, "I'm just passing by."

"Passing by?" The man grinned and looked at her several times from top to bottom, and from bottom to top, "He's from out of town? Although he's dressed a little rustically, he's pretty good-looking. Some customers like this." Money...do you want to come to us? We only take 40.00%."

"What?!" She was confused, turned around and left.

"Do you want your beautiful face and youthful body to disappear between the factory machines, the greasy kitchen, and the crying of children... Do you want to get a few pennies in exchange for a few pennies?! Think about it! Come when you think about it Find me Twist! You can make a lot of money by lying down-there is no easier and better job in the world!" The man shouted behind her.

Weighs, this man is a pimp!

She was almost regarded as a street girl!

Harriet finally understood, and ran away.

On the main road, she passed a man like the wind.

The other party turned around in surprise.

She had disappeared around the corner.

You are wrong.

The man smiled wryly, pressed the brim of his hat, and continued walking forward.

The author has something to say: Loved the final scene.I really want to add a song.

At sunset, the bell rang.Mottled streets, bustling crowds.The long cello tells the prosperity and loneliness of this city.Two people passed each other.

☆、female teacher

Although she will certainly not go to the street - then she might as well marry Martin as soon as possible!But the man's words still caused a ripple in her heart.

Do you want your beautiful face and youthful body to disappear among the factory machines, the greasy kitchen, and the crying of children, in exchange for a few pennies from dawn to dusk? !

His voice echoed in my ears.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Although she is not as beautiful as a goddess, she is still a pure and beautiful little beauty.

But what's the point?She is dejected.

The man was right, she would eventually lose her youth and beauty in one of the affairs of the factory machinery, the greasy kitchen, the crying of the children, and so on.

what else can we do?This is her - the fate of a low-level woman.

Emma is like a flower, well cared for and praised.

And she is just a weed. ——Whether it is the 21st century or the [-]th century, she is a weed.

No matter how beautiful weeds are, they are just weeds.

No one looks, no one cares, no one cares.

live alone.

Then wither.

But even if it's just a weed, she still wants to stretch out a stem, meet the sun, form a bud, and then bloom a small flower.Unfold her petals, and she will smile at the sun even if the sun does not notice her.

——He is her sunshine.

After a while, she was out of pocket.

Who to turn to for help?Although Mrs. Brolow was her relative, she said she would never see her again.

Mr. John Knightley?She pulled out his business card.

After thinking about it, she put the business card back and put it in the book.

She even had thoughts like "Why don't you use your lockpicking skills to get some money", which startled herself.Is this the urging time?

But no, she can't do that!

She still remembers proudly asking Emma to tell him that "unfortunate people also have the right to choose happiness". Although the reality is more difficult than she imagined, she also needs to be independent, live well, be worthy of what she said, and don't let He looked down upon it.

At last there was news from Mrs. Rose: "There is a girls' boarding school in Yorkshire that needs a teacher. Would you like to go? The travel expenses can be advanced for you."

girls' school?Then she doesn't have to worry about the male master's harassment!

What happened last time left her with lingering fears. When she heard that it was a girls' school, she immediately agreed.

Riding in a rickety carriage, she finally arrived at her work place.

The school is set in about the same countryside as Highbury - maybe a little smaller, and there are twenty or thirty girls in the school.Mostly the daughters of nearby sharecroppers and traders.

The headmaster, Mrs. Claire, looked serious and indifferent. Harriet knew that this job was hard-won, and she didn't dare to neglect it, so she decided to do her best to stay.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

She gradually adapted to life here.

There is no Emma here, who faded out of the social circle after a token acceptance of a few party invitations.During the day, I teach the little girls grammar and do some sewing together.In her spare time, she spends a lot of time playing the piano - whenever she thinks about the past, she plays the piano, immersing herself in the music and waiting for the sad emotions to pass.

On Sunday, go to church with everyone.

It was getting colder, and she bought some clothes for herself.Although it wasn't expensive clothes, she was very happy because she bought them with the money she earned.

One afternoon it was said that she had a visitor, a gentleman.

Someone actually visited, who could it be?

She walked into the reception room, and a gentleman saluted her, "Miss Smith, long time no see."

"Mr. Churchill!" She stepped forward in surprise, "How do you know I'm here?"

"A friend of mine has a manor here," he said, smiling. "He says there's a new governess here, Miss Smith from Highbury, and I knew it was you."

As the sun set, the two walked along the field ridge.

"You've lost a lot of weight." Frank looked at her. "How are you doing recently? Work is hard."

"It's okay." She touched her face and smiled at him.

"Why didn't you contact us?" He frowned.

"Everyone has their own business to do, and I have nothing to tell you..." She