sleeping Beauty

Gloria never went to the Rose Garden again, and rarely left her room. She just stayed in her room, and most of the time she was thinking wildly, thinking about her mother and her father. Wells was so busy that she never came Look at her, just a few months after arriving here, her father would still write to her. The letters were all about his competition in the Presbyterian Church with his opponent, Woodall. His father was the academic dean of Princeton University, and Woodall was a candidate for president with him. competitors.Wells was handsome when he was young. He was a teacher at that time. He often wore a suit vest with a stand-up collar. The collar of a high shirt was starched and hard stuffed into the tuxedo. He wore half trousers on his lower body. With a cane, swagger, handsome, humorous lectures, and will imitate the tone of the ancient Greek philosophers to debate with classmates, whenever the mother and Gloria talk about the father when he was young, her gray and dim eyes will always flash Light, but my mother said that men will change. When a man has power, God will take back his wisdom, and all a woman who is a man's accessory can do is pray to God, and pray that God will at least not take back his wisdom. Kind.Anna is an ordinary woman who grew up in a well-behaved old-fashioned English aristocratic family. She is the only daughter of the Viscount of Saxony. Looking at Wells, whether it was the humorous Wells when he was young or the fat and greedy Wells now, since Wells' ambition for the headmaster's throne germinated, he began to envy Woodall for having an excellent son. This is regarded as a kind of wealth, a kind of wealth that can inherit oneself whether it is academic or political. Slowly, this envy turns into jealousy, and jealousy turns into resentment towards his wife. It is used to ridicule Anna. He always mentions women’s original sin and all kinds of incompetence in a weird way, and even quotes Aristotle’s maxim to hurt Anna. God’s cure for women’s stupidity is pregnancy. Poor Anna doesn’t know what to do. What to do, I can only pray every day.Finally, Anna was pregnant at last, and Wells was satisfied, no longer cold and concerned.Anna's belly grew bigger day by day, but her face became paler and her cheeks were sunken, and finally she could only stay in bed, and finally gave birth to a stillborn baby on a cold morning in winter, and Anna also died.My father and a group of people Gloria didn't know were sobbing around Anna's body. His father was in pain, but Gloria knew that his father regarded it as a scandal and worried whether it would become a stain on his political career. .Men do change, and my mother was right.

After coming to this castle, Gloria, like Anna, learned to make prayer a part of life, even a large part. One Sunday in mid-February, the weather was clear and spring was finally in the air, Gloria was well and she was going to worship at the town's chapel, the eighteenth-century Baroque church, as usual. The building is not magnificent, but simple and elegant. The wall is full of rough but gorgeous murals of the Virgin and Child, and the Crucifix stands directly in front. There are many small irregular prayer rooms on the left and right sides, and the front is filled with Rows of stools.This was the most comfortable and joyful day for Gloria. Sitting on a pew in the church, listening to the old pastor's calm and slow sermon, and kneeling on the rough rug of the holy steps, she felt an unprecedented peace in her heart.

Gloria walked very slowly on the way back from the chapel to the castle. When she reached the middle of the field, she was already panting and sweating. She was wearing a goose yellow silk dress covered with a layer of cicadas today. Wing yarn, the corset made her breathless, and she even felt the whalebone tie on the back sticking to her sweat and becoming cool, she regretted wearing a heavy bustle and tweed jacket , the lace of the skirt hangs on the straw on the field from time to time, and the wide-brimmed hat inlaid with feathers and ribbons completely covers her golden hair. The only luck is that she did not put powder on her face when she went out this morning. Quietly, there was only herself and a lonely scarecrow in the field. She wanted to take off her hat and buckskin gloves, but her good upbringing and the elegance of aristocratic women made her give up the idea immediately.Gloria walked even more slowly.Suddenly, she heard the sound of horseshoes behind her, and the sound gradually approached. She stopped beside her, and heard the person on the horse call her name. Gloria raised her head, and it turned out that it was Brenda riding on the horse. The maroon short-footed pony looked at him immediately, and there was a sack of flour on the horse's back.