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I reluctantly arranged to leave London early the next day. In the evening, Pesca said goodbye to me on the way to the dinner party.

The professor happily said: "In your absence, I will wipe away my tears. This is my auspicious hand. This is the first sale of your world wealth. Let's go, my friend! When your sunshine shines When you come in, the Cumberland English proverb, make hay in the name of heaven, marry one of the two young ladies; become congressman Hartwright; when you are at the top of the ladder, remember that the bottom Pesca has already It's all there!"

I tried to joke and laugh with my children, but my spirit does not tolerate it. When he said farewell softly, it almost made me miserable.

When I was alone again, there was no other way but to walk to Hampstead’s cabin and say goodbye to my mother and Sarah.

The high temperature all day is painful, and it is a sultry and sultry night.

My mother and sister said many last words, and begged me to wait another five minutes, so many times that the servant locked the garden gate behind me near midnight. I walked a few steps forward at the shortest speed, returned to London, then stopped and hesitated.

The moon is full and wide in the deep blue starless sky, and the broken ground of the wilderness appears wild enough under the mysterious light, and it is hundreds of miles away from the big underground city below it. The idea of ​​landing as soon as possible plunged me into the heat and darkness of London. In my current irritable mind and body, the prospect of sleeping in an airless room seems to be the same thing as the prospect of suffocating. I decided to walk in the pure air in the most detourable way I could. Follow the white winding path through the lonely wasteland; then cross Finchley Road through the most open suburbs of London, and then return to London coolly in the new morning,

I walked slowly on the wasteland, enjoying the sacred scene, admiring the soft alternation of light and shadow, which accompany each other on the broken ground on each side of me. As long as I keep walking in the first and most beautiful part of the night walk, my mind will passively remain open to maintain the impression of the view. And I don’t have any ideas on any subject. In fact, as far as my own feeling is concerned, I can hardly say that I have any ideas.

However, when I left the wasteland and turned into an unattended path, the thoughts that naturally occurred with my changing habits and career gradually attracted more and more attention from me and made them themselves. When I reached the end of the road, I was completely obsessed with the fantasy of my husband, my husband, and the two ladies who practiced in watercolor art. Supervision.

Now, I reached the specific point on the walk, where four roads converge: Hampstead Road, Finchley Road, West End Road, and London Road. I turned mechanically in the latter direction, and then strolled on the lonely road-I wondered what the young girls in Cumberland would be like, in that moment, every drop of blood on my body was taken there . Gently stop from the hand behind me gently on my shoulder.

I opened it instantly and held the handle of the stick tightly with my fingers.

In the middle of that wide and bright road, as if suddenly rising from the earth or falling from the sky at that moment, she stood there, dressed in white, wearing the figure of a lonely woman head to toe, when I faced When she was, her face bent down and asked me seriously, her finger pointed to the dark clouds over London.

In the dead of night, in that lonely place, this extraordinary phantom suddenly appeared in front of me, which shocked me and asked her what she wanted. The strange woman speaks first.

"Is that the way to London?" she said.

When she asked me this single question, I looked at her intently. It was almost one o'clock by then. I can only clearly see a colorless, youthful face in the moonlight, with faint and sharp cheeks and chin. Large, solemn, thoughtful eyes; nervous, uncertain lips; light hair with a light brownish-yellow tone. There is no wildness, no humble attitude: quiet, self-control, a little melancholy, a little moved by suspicion. It's not exactly the manner of a lady, and it's not the manner of the most humble woman. The voice, although I haven't heard of it, is still a bit strange. The voice is somewhat mechanical and speaks quickly. She holds a small bag in her hand: as far as I know, her hat, shawl and all-white dress are certainly not made of very delicate or very expensive materials. She is slightly taller than average height-her gait and movements do not have the slightest extravagant style. This is everything I can see in the dim light and in our confusing and strange situation this time. An hour after midnight, what kind of woman she was, and how she went out alone on the highway, I can't guess at all. One thing I can be sure of is that even in that suspicious late night and in that suspiciously lonely place, the most vulgar humans will not misunderstand her motives. As far as I can guess, that white robe must not be made of very delicate or very expensive materials. She has a slight figure, even higher than average height-her gait and movements have no extravagant methods at all. This is everything I can see in the dim light and in our confusing and strange situation this time. An hour after midnight, what kind of woman she was, and how she went out alone on the highway, I can't guess at all. One thing I can be sure of is that even in that suspicious late night and in that suspiciously lonely place, the most vulgar humans will not misunderstand her motives. As far as I can guess, that white robe must not be made of very delicate or very expensive materials. She is slightly taller than average height-her gait and movements do not have the slightest extravagant style. This is everything I can see in the dim light and in our confusing and strange situation this time. An hour after midnight, what kind of woman she was, and how she went out alone on the highway, I can't guess at all. One thing I can be sure of is that even in that suspicious late night and in that suspiciously lonely place, the most vulgar humans will not misunderstand her motives. Of course it is not made of very delicate or very expensive materials. She is slightly taller than average height-her gait and movements do not have the slightest extravagant style. This is everything I can see in the dim light and in our confusing and strange situation this time. An hour after midnight, what kind of woman she was, and how she went out alone on the highway, I can't guess at all. 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One hour after midnight, I didn't guess at all. One thing I can be sure of is that even in that suspicious late night and in that suspiciously lonely place, the most vulgar humans will not misunderstand her motives.

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