[Sense and Sensibility] Fascinated by you

The carriage was driving on the potholed stone road, and the bumpy people swayed from side to side. Colonel Brandon looked at Hathaway on the opposite side. Her face was a little pale, and she covered her mouth with her hands from time to time.This made him a little irritable, and he tapped the window frame with his fingers, and the sound of the wheels hitting the road formed a wonderful piece of music.

Andrew glanced back at him, and the colonel realized that he had made some annoying noises, and he silently withdrew his fingers.In the afternoon, it rained over Manchester. It was fine in the morning, but it rained in the afternoon, which added some inconvenience to their itinerary.

Well, it wasn't rain, cold weather, or goddamn bad roads that bothered him enough.But as long as he saw the opposite side of him, Hathaway also had to endure all this silently, and he felt that all this was simply suffering.This was something she didn't have to bear at all, she shouldn't have gone out in this rainy and cold weather, she shouldn't have endured this damn road, she shouldn't have been bumped so much that she almost wanted to vomit.A lady like her should sit by the warm and dry fireplace in a gorgeous and comfortable big house, drink a cup of strong Earl Gray tea and enjoy some snacks on the sofa in the afternoon.But now she had to suffer in the carriage with them in order to find any possible clues, which made him wonder whether he should curse the kidnapped Philip or useless himself.

After lunch at noon, Colonel Brandon went to the stable to feed Apollo again. This beautiful little guy has been tortured enough these days, and those white and shiny manes have dimmed a lot. It licked him. He snorted again in the palm of his hand, he knew it wanted to go for a walk, but unfortunately he didn't have time to take it out of the city now, seeing the disappointment in its big eyes almost softened his heart, but in the end he still He made up his mind and left.

Then the three boarded the carriage again. Their target this afternoon was Sergeant Lauren Jerry. Andrew called another sailor back to drive, because this guy had seen Sergeant Lauren a few days ago.I heard that the sheriff will search a section of Francis Street in the slum today, so they set off in a hurry.

It started to rain not long after we set off, and the car was so cold that we could breathe out. The streets in this section of the slum area were terrible. They walked around here for almost two hours and still haven't seen Sergeant Lauren.Colonel Brandon glanced at Hathaway again, and he tapped the carriage with his fingers to stop the carriage, "I don't think we will be able to find Sergeant Lauren after driving around like this all afternoon, we should get out of the car and go to the alley have a look."

Hathaway took a sip of saliva with difficulty, and put down the hand covering her lips, "Yes, it seems that we should go in and look for it."

Andrew looked around and raised his eyebrows. What's going on with this strange atmosphere?Then he spread his hands, "Then what are you waiting for? I'm already tired of going back and forth here."

Colonel Brandon jumped out of the carriage first and helped Hathaway aside, watching her panting heavily, the cold air would make her feel better, she turned her head and smiled weakly at the colonel, "Hmm... Maybe I need to find a place for you to throw up?" He asked hesitantly, which was of course rude, but he didn't mind.

"No, you don't need it at all, I'll just come down and stay for a while, don't worry about me." She put on the black veiled hat again, "Let's go."

Colonel Brandon looked at Hathaway with an unhappy expression for a while, but unfortunately his sight was covered by the veil, and he finally surrendered and let her walk into the side alley arm in arm.

This should be the first time for Hathaway to come to such a place. In the past, she has been well protected and never had the chance to enter the slums.The alley can barely accommodate four people walking together, the walls are full of potholes, the stone steps under the feet are somewhat broken, a lot of household garbage is piled up in the corners, and the puddles on the ground emit an indescribable stench, and the outer walls of those houses can no longer be seen In terms of color, there are still some indistinguishable stains stuck in some places.There are only a few houses whose chimneys are emitting smoke, and most of the houses seem to have lost their owners, leaving nothing but dead silence.

Colonel Brandon walked behind Andrew with Hathaway on his arm. He was calm on the surface, but he was secretly on guard. He believed that Andrew was the same. He could feel some eyes in the surrounding houses through the dark windows Watching them, he wouldn't be surprised if a mob burst out of such a place.

The three of them walked like this for about half an hour, and finally saw people in black uniforms in an alley. They were knocking on the door vigorously from house to house, calling the owner's name while knocking, as if they believed that there must be someone inside the door. , Those who had been searched stood in front of their houses and looked at them coldly.

It wasn't until the three of them got close to the eyes of those people that they were attracted. They cast a hostile look to this side, together with those children who seemed to be only eight or nine years old, the look was really vicious. Colonel Landon stood in front of Hathaway with a frown, hoping she didn't notice, but at this moment a crazy looking woman rushed forward, wearing an inappropriate red dress, her hair was loose, and she was cursing. Speaking some incomprehensible words, Colonel Brandon was sure that Hathaway must have noticed her at this moment.

Fortunately, a young police officer stopped the woman, and another older-looking police officer came over, "Who are you? Don't you know how tense the situation is recently? How dare you come here? Don't die." He yelled.

"Oh, if it wasn't for your Sergeant Lauren, it's so hard to find, do you think we would venture here? We are Mr. Butler's family, and we need to ask Sergeant Lauren for some things." Andrew half-truth complained.

The police officer looked the three of them up and down unceremoniously, as if looking at a prisoner, and finally nodded, "Okay, come with me." Then he whispered again: "This damn Mr. Butler But I caused a lot of trouble for the boss, and now there are three more." The voice was so loud that the three could hear it clearly.

They saw Sergeant Lauren Jerry in a private house. He was about forty years old, with neatly combed hair, a small mustache on his chin, and a well-fitting black uniform. He was not burly. , but looks solid.

When they arrived he was interrogating the owner of the house, Mrs. Esther, whom he called, in black mourning, with a gray woolen shawl, brown hair with silver strands in a knot behind her head, and the corners of her eyes and The wrinkles between her brows were as if carved by a knife, and her face was full of fatigue and pain. She listened to Sergeant Lauren's interrogation numbly, but she was stimulated by some sentence, and she suddenly cried out excitedly. Shouted: "Lauren! You know it's not Hill's fault at all! He never instigated the workers to hurt people, he just wanted to do something for the workers. It was them, they killed my daughter They are all executioners! I thought you would be on our side, but now you help those rich people arrest them! They are good boys, you watched them grow up!"

"Yes, I watched them grow up, I watched them marry and have children, and I don't want to turn them into fugitives, watch them hang or go into exile. But this time too many people died, they were too impulsive Well, if only thirty or so Irish people died, they might still be able to suppress it, but they also killed five factory owners, thirteen investors, and more importantly, one nobleman disappeared after leaving the city. No one can save them, they have to be responsible for it." Sheriff Lauren sighed, he had to say this countless times a day, the rich asked him for the murderer, and the citizens asked him for an explanation, which was really exhausting.

"Responsible! Then who is responsible for my husband? He died in that riot too! The Irishman is dead, the factory owner is dead, the investor is dead, don't we have dead people? Dead people come to us Someone should be responsible, so who will be responsible if we die? My poor daughter Caroline, she was only 25 years old, and died of tuberculosis, is there someone who should be responsible for this too!" Mrs. Este threw herself at Lauren The sheriff screamed as he tugged at his clothes.

At this time, a woman led a child into the living room. She was about twenty years old, and she was also wearing a black mourning dress. She looked very thin, and her skirt fluttered when she walked.A pair of amber eyes are full of water on her pale face, which is very eye-catching. Her facial features are not very beautiful, but they have a charming charm.She is holding a five or six-year-old girl by her hand. Her black hair is braided into two braids and hangs on both sides of her face. She also looks very thin, with only a pair of amber eyes left on her palm-sized face. With an innocent and ignorant look, he looks a lot like a woman.

As soon as the woman walked in, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Mrs. Este, "Mom, don't do this, let go first, mother..." Sheriff Lauren didn't have time until she pulled Mrs. Este aside and sat down Turn around and pay attention to Colonel Brandon and his party.

He first asked the police officer who brought them a few words and waved him out, then he focused his eyes on them again, his eyes were easily reminiscent of eagles, sharp and sharp, being watched by him It's like being stabbed by something.He did seem much smarter than the new sheriff, for he recognized the other Mr. Butler at a glance.

Sergeant Lauren came over and shook hands with Colonel Andrew and Brandon, and then took the two gentlemen to the other side to talk about the disappearance of Mr. Butler.

While everyone was busy, Hathaway took a look at the room first. It seemed that this room was used as both a living room and a dining room. The light in the room was very dark, the milky white floral curtains were yellowish, and the walls were pasted with cheap light Blue wallpaper, some places have become damp and peeling, a large round wooden square table, two sofas, a few wooden chairs, the fireplace in the corner is empty, it seems that it has not been lit for a long time, and the floor is covered with The wooden floor creaked when stepped on in some places, and the only decoration in the whole room was a handful of yellow daffodils in a bottle.

This family is very poor, and it can even be called a desolate family. Hathaway can easily draw this conclusion.Then she shifted her gaze to Miss Mia, and this time has allowed her to probably hear some of the conversations she had with her mother.She is still unmarried and her older sister died of tuberculosis ten months ago. This is not an uncommon disease in Manchester, but it brings incurable pain to every family. Her brother-in-law Hill organized a union for it. , hoping to improve the working environment of the workers, but after the workers rioted, he became a wanted criminal. He left his daughter Lacey at Este's house, which is the girl Lucy was holding just now.

Through the veil, Hathaway noticed that Miss Mia was a little nervous, and her slender poor fingers were all tangled together. Of course, this might be because she was afraid of the sheriff, or worried about their unexpected guests.However, Hathaway could sense that her eyes were more on the guests. She carefully sized them up from the corner of her eyes, and occasionally glanced at the sheriff, seeing that the sheriff didn't notice, she continued. observe them.

She observes very covertly. If it wasn't for Hathaway wearing a veil to observe unscrupulously, others would definitely not notice this. She silently thought about the reason why Miss Mia did this in her heart, and found that she was not sure. So she shifted her eyes to the poor girl Lacey. Her mother had just died and her father had become a wanted criminal again. It was almost doomed that her future would be very difficult.

She blinked her big amber eyes, looked left and right with her small head, and found that no one was paying attention to her. She pouted and rubbed her stomach with her small hands, then stuffed her thumb into her small mouth, probably because she was hungry. The powerful mouth sucks and sucks.Seeing how cute she was, Hathaway couldn't help but took off her gloves and took out two toffee candies from her handbag, which Abby stuffed in because she was worried about her motion sickness before she went out.

Hathaway walked up to her, bent down and asked through the veil, "Miss Lacey, are you hungry?"

Lacey bit her thumb and tilted her head to look at the black veil in front of her, "I'm not Miss Lacey, I'm Lacey Stewart. Who are you?" She glanced at Hathaway's breasts out of the corner of her eyes. Sugar, although she had never seen that thing before, she thought it was edible, and she swallowed again at the thought of eating it.

Hathaway imitated her and tilted her head, "I'm your mother's friend, you can call me Hathaway, Lacey, are you hungry?" She shook the toffee in her hand as she spoke.

Lacey's eyeballs were glued to the toffee, she nodded, "Well, Lacey is so hungry! Lacey hasn't eaten for a long time."

Hathaway rubbed her little head lovingly, and put the toffee in her hand, "Lacey is so pitiful, your father won't even buy you something to eat, where did he go?"

Lacey pouted and looked at the toffee in her hand, her eyes rolled nimbly, "Lacey is not pitiful. Dad would buy Lacey a lot of food when he was around. I don't know where he went. He just has something to do now. not at home."

Hathaway helped her peel off a toffee and fed it to her mouth, seeing her squinting her eyes happily and smashing her small mouth, "He's not at home so Lacey can only be hungry, so when will your father Come back?"

Lacey clenched the toffee in her hand and waved her fist, "No, my aunt usually prepares food for Lacey, but she is too busy today to have anything to eat. My dad will be back soon , very quickly!"

Hathaway nodded, and she took out another one-pound gold coin from her handbag. She guessed that the strike had been going on for too long, and the workers' families must be extremely poor. With the loss of the male master, it must be more difficult to provide for Lacey, and it may not be possible to solve the problem now.

Just as she was about to put the gold coin in Lacey's hand, a thin hand stretched out from the side and hit the back of her hand. The gold coin fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the room fell silent, and everyone looked over , only heard the sound of gold coins turning on the ground.

"What are you asking Lacey? Huh? Are you trying to buy her with your dirty money! How dare you treat such a young child, you..." Mia twisted her face angrily, she pointed at Heather Wei seemed to want to scold something but couldn't find the right words for a while.

Hathaway clasped her hands and stood up straight. She didn't say a word until Colonel Brandon walked over quickly. He took Hathaway's hand and looked at it, and found that a clear mark had appeared on the back of her snow-white hand. With red palm marks, he turned his head and glared at Mia, but said nothing. His gentlemanly demeanor did not allow him to do anything to a lady. He pulled Hathaway back to Sergeant Lauren.

This made Mia so angry that she trembled all over, feeling that she had suffered a great humiliation, that she was completely ignored, and they didn't even want to say a word to her, these rich people are so arrogant and rude!In the end, she angrily kicked them out together, including Sheriff Lauren, and she even said that she would not let him in again next time.

Of course, the irony is that the gold coin that should be kicked out of the house was forgotten on the floor of Esther's house.

The author has something to say: After seeing Mr. Frank that day, Colonel Brandon issued a new rule

Brandon: From now on, you are not allowed to take off your hat outside

Hathaway: ... Can't pick it in front of anyone?It's impolite not to take off your hat

Brandon: Nobody!

Hathaway: You can't either? (→_→)

Brandon: ...I can do it myself...

Hathaway: ………(⊙⊙)

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