[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

The smile on Anya's lips gradually disappeared.She looked at St. John with melancholy eyes, and said softly: "What do you expect me to come for, Mr. Rivers?"

She deliberately showed a melancholy expression, even inconsistent with Rosamond's words and deeds that she had been trying to imitate, but St. John didn't find anything wrong.This made Anya feel a rare joy in her heart, because it proved that her risky move was successful.In her original plan, the hypnosis and seduction of St. John should slowly infiltrate from all aspects after Jane took up the position of teacher, but she did not expect that Rosamund's trust in her was stronger than she imagined Soon... So just now, when St. John first showed up, she started to make arrangements, using her every word and deed and the same temperament as Rosamund to make him relax and fall into her own trap.

The next thing she has to do is to deepen the hint that has already begun to form in his mind, and guide it to a direction that is beneficial to her.This is not easy. St. John's spirit is extremely resolute, and it is absolutely impossible to control him, and it is even more difficult to influence the decisions he has made... Anya must grasp a certain degree.

St. John's look has gradually changed.On his face, the cold and hard lines like stone carvings gradually softened, but he still restrained himself from expressing his inner feelings.But for him, this is already a great concession: "I don't want you to come here for anything, Miss Oliver...you shouldn't be here."

"But I'm here, and as you said, what's the reason I'm here. What do you think I'm here for?" Anya's voice was erratic and soft.She was sure that no one would be eavesdropping here before she began to use her abilities with confidence.After going to sleep tonight, she would do the same to Rosamund—but that would not be a hint, but hypnosis must be used.Rosamund's personality is not as compliant as she imagined, and using hints may not be effective...

Anyway, the most important thing is St. John.Rosamund's happiness was put second. As long as St. John was dealt with, she would be able to leave this world smoothly.Except for Rosamund's lovely gems and gold and silver jewelry, she could not think of any reason for her to stay here.

St. John didn't look away this time, and there was faint pain in those blue eyes: "For what, or for someone."

"I came here to say goodbye to Diana and the others, or because I wanted to see what kind of person Jane is." Anya turned her eyes away, and raised her fingers unbearably to block her face.

This action really made St. John even more excited.He said loudly: "Jane? Have you gotten along so well in just a while? A woman with unknown origin and a mysterious life experience. Her appearance is neither outstanding nor her knowledge is particularly outstanding. What is she worthy of you?" Did you come here specially?!"

"Do you want me to say that it's because of you, St. John?" Anya also raised her voice and looked at St. John again.Her eyes were full of water now, and they looked all the more charming in the light of the fire.

St. John said, "No, no, no. God, you didn't come for me."

"Why did you tell yourself that? Don't you already have the answer in your heart?" Anya's voice softened again, and she stared at St. John without blinking.Those astonishingly bright black eyes seemed to have magical powers now, making people have to look inside.

St. John looked away: "These eyes, I will see them again. In dreams, when I sleep by the Ganges. And again, in a more distant moment - when I am deep again In sleep—on the bank of a darker brook."

Anya couldn't help jumping in her heart - this is exactly what he said to Jane in the original book.She stepped forward and asked eagerly, "What do you mean by that, Mr. Rivers? What are you going to do, and where are you going?"

St. John answered her, "I'm going to India. As I told you before—perhaps three or four months, perhaps only a few weeks, I'm about to leave with a boat ticket there. own country."

"Oh, God." Anya grabbed the skirt of her shirt, as if full of emotion, said, "You're leaving here!...You're leaving us. What a sad fact!"

"This is the path I chose for myself." The expression on St. John's face disappeared again, and his tone was cold and authentic.But in his voice, an uncontrollable trembling revealed his true mood - he had indeed been moved by Anya.

"God will protect you, because you are doing His work." Anya quickly pulled out a suitable answer and continued.

"Yes, that is my glory and my joy. I am a servant of the infallible Lord. I travel not under mortal guidance, free from flawed laws, free from weakness My king, my legislator, my chief is the perfect lord. I wonder why those around me don't stir up blood to the same banner--to the same cause. "

"Who says it's not? I'm also passionate, and I look forward to joining you under the same banner." Anya said loudly.

St. John looked away: "You are not suitable, Miss Oliver. You are a rich family, a lady, and you should stay in England and live a life that suits your status. Moreover, I have found a suitable person to come Help me in this cause."

"What?" Anya showed a surprised expression, and then asked, "If I am not suitable, who is suitable, St. John? Not all people have such outstanding perseverance like you."

"She was fit for the job and qualified for it. I believed I would find in her the qualities I needed for myself. And once I found them, I would stir them up—urge and motivate them to make an effort—and tell them Where and how one was endowed—to carry the message of heaven to their ears—to represent God directly, and to give them a place in the ranks of the elect."

"She!" cried Anya excitedly. "You mean her! It's a lady! Who is she? Jane Elliott?"

St. John's tone was deep and cold: "Yes, she, Jane."

"Just now you said that her origin is unknown! Her life experience is a mystery!"

"But no matter what, she is a suitable choice."

Anya turned pale and sat down in the chair: "No, she won't agree."

"She will agree."

"Why can't I?"

"Because God and nature did not make you a missionary's wife." St. John finally said this sentence as Anya wished.The intensity of emotion and love on his face is almost impossible to hide, so hot that it burns.But he was saying such cold words, and the strong shock caused by this contrast almost fascinated Anya——Mr. St. John Rivers, he is indeed a very attractive person.If he hadn't chosen the profession of pastor, he might have become a musician, a poet, a romantic painter... But, he chose to use preaching to vent his passion.

He was a born martyr.Anya silently affirmed in her heart, and said weakly: "Why do you reject me like this? She will definitely not have such feelings for you like me—like me—and you will never get along with her. Happier than me."

"People always have to get along slowly. I believe that she and I will gradually get to know each other and get to know each other. She has a virtue of tenacity—"

"me too."

"She can do the job of an assistant—"

"Look at me, St. John!" cried Anya, rising from her chair, her eyes shining brightly. "She can't be healthier than I am, and I—I've been with you so long, There's enough chemistry between us. I'll be a good assistant, St. John. I can do it."

... not right.After Anya said this, she belatedly realized that something was wrong.What she said just now didn't pass through her brain, but she couldn't help saying it as if driven by an inexplicable emotion.Weird... did something go wrong?Anya is confident that she will never fall in love with St. John, but that kind of emotion...

St. John said coldly: "You have a father, you have a maid, you have a lot of money, and you have a good life. In India, none of these things are available. Instead, it is the Black Death, cholera, and plague."

"What if I can overcome it?" Anya couldn't help walking towards him: "What if——I can? What if I can drop everything and go to India with you to be a pastor's wife and assistant?"

More and more intense emotions occupied Anya's entire brain, driving her to make actions that she hadn't thought of.Anya was very surprised, she didn't want to ask the question so quickly, could it be—

As if unable to hold back under her eager gaze, St. John finally said: "If you can——there will be no second choice for me standing by my side."

Anya involuntarily met his eyes, smiled, and moved her lips: "I will take care of everything, wait for me, St. John."

St. John's pair of azure blue eyes that seemed to contain stormy waves were the last thing Anya saw in this world.