[Comprehensive Classics] Killing the Classics

If things could get worse, even Anya would feel helpless.She misjudged her own strength, had no direct contact, and tried to exert influence across a wall just by meeting once, which was still too difficult for her.

Mental power rioted in her mind, Anya's face was pale, and she fell to the wall panting.The attic was dark and gloomy, without a single light.She had to prop herself up again, leaning against the skylight, trying to gain some strength from the starlight.

However, the fog in London was really annoying. The clouds and fog completely covered the stars in the sky, making it more difficult for her to recover her strength.Until the next morning, she fell on the bed due to excessive fatigue, and even had a high fever and fell into a coma.

When Sarah didn't notice her appearance, she immediately knocked on her door nervously.Anya's pale complexion and flushed cheeks made her very flustered.As she ran downstairs she bumped into Miss Amelia.The other was very fond of the little girl, and since her sister was not around, he ventured to ask kindly, "What's the matter with you, Sarah? You don't look well."

"Miss Amelia," said Sarah anxiously, "I am well, but Becky is not well. She is ill and has a terrible fever. Can you send me a doctor to see her?" ?”

Before Miss Amelia could speak, her sister's voice came sternly behind her: "What? What doctor?"

Ms. Minchin, who was dressed in black, came over, with the same serious and rigid expression on her face.Her dead fish eyes stared at Sarah, but Sarah looked at her without fear: "Becky is ill, Ms. Minchin, and I think she needs to see a doctor."

"The reason I provide you with food and lodging is to let you pretend to be sick and lie in bed without working!" Ms. Minqin said angrily.Evidently, she thought it was a new trick the two little girls had come up with.

Miss Amelia gave her sister a timid look: "But... maybe Rebecca is really sick?"

"Even if she is really sick, I don't have the money to see a doctor for her." Ms. Minchin said coldly, "The money Sara lost from me in the past few years is enough to pay them a hundred doctor visits."

Sarah's cheeks were flushed with anger, and her eyes were bright.She wanted to refute Ms. Minqin very much, but she understood that the most important thing now was to find a doctor for Anya.Even though she knew that Ms. Minchin was unlikely to let her do this, she still wanted to make a last-ditch effort.

"Then, Ms. Minchin," said Sara, trying to hold back her anger, "please let me get some medicine."

When she said this, her hand involuntarily stroked her neck.There was a worn sixpence that had been given to her by the youngest child of the "big family" next door.It contained the most innocent kindness of a child, and he thought she needed it.And now, Sarah sincerely thanked him for doing this, because it would be life-saving money for Anya's medicine.

In this era, even a single cold, if not treated properly, can kill a person.And Anya's fever was very unusual, she was very worried about some serious illness...

Ms. Minchin took pleasure in stopping her, and said coldly: "No, you must stay here obediently and go to the morning reading class for the children. I will have someone watch Becky."

Sara suppressed her anger and walked towards the classroom after saluting.The worry in her heart was getting bigger and bigger, and she almost read French several times when teaching students to read French.It would be fine if Anya just had a cold, but if it's going to be a fever or something...

She heard the cook shouting as soon as the children were out of class.Because she can read, people in school often send her out to run errands.Sarah was more than happy to do it, at least for now.She quickly ran downstairs, took the list and money from the cook, and ran outside.

Sixpence can't get a doctor or buy any good medicine.But Sarah was determined to ask the pharmacist for help, no matter how hard it took to beg.

It was an unlucky winter, with frequent snow and thick fog on the roads.Today the snow has melted, forming a cold slush with the mud.The city of London, shrouded in fog, looked as it had looked so many years ago when Sara rode down the street together in the carriage, leaning on her father's shoulder.But now, without her old status and her beloved father, she went to the bakery in a short, patched skirt, pulling her own rag cape tight.

"When your body is in trouble, all the mind has to do is think of something else," Sara said to herself.But now she couldn't do this, and her mind was full of Anya's illness.She walked on the muddy street with a heavy heart, her tattered clothes were soaked, hunger and cold whipped her small body in turn, and the muddy water creaked in her worn-out shoes.

She thought: "Suppose I had dry clothes on, a good pair of shoes, and a long, heavy coat, and everything was as it was two years ago, and if I walked up to a pharmacist's shop, To be able to find a sixpence piece on the ground--no one's. Suppose I find it, and I can take it, and this one around my neck, and ask the apothecary, for a shilling Diagnosed Becky for a meager fee."

There are many surprises in the world, all of which happen on the basis of assumptions.When Sara was thinking this way, she never expected that she would actually find a silver coin under her feet—a small silver coin shining beautifully in the mud.

She stooped to pick it up, and found it to be a bit smaller than she had expected, a fourpence—and yet it was a pleasant surprise.She wiped it with her little red and purple hands, and a joyful light flashed across her face: "Ah, it's true, it's true!"

But when she looked at the store that the silver coin was facing, she found that it was a bakery.Her stomach was very hungry, and she kept reminding her that she needed to get something to fill it up, such as bread-but she had to keep the money that the cook gave her; Penny, it is even more necessary to ask a doctor to see Anya.

Sara took a breath, restraining her urge with great willpower.She went into the bakery, bought the items on the list with the money the cook gave her, and went out of the bakery.

The smell of the bread in her bosom was constantly tempting her, and Sarah had to do her best not to look at it more than once.She turned and walked towards the pharmacy, but bumped into a tall boy at a corner.

Even though he was a boy, he looked very pitiful, even more pitiful than herself—with a bunch of rags on her body, her feet, red and swollen and shiny from the cold, just stepped on the ground, and two boards were roughly tied with ropes.His hair, too, was frizzy and tangled, and his face was thin, with a hungry look in his eyes.Although he looks tall and thin, he is not much taller than Sarah, and looks younger than Sarah.

Sarah's sympathy welled up.She knew that this child was just one of the lower classes—he was even hungrier than she was.

But she held on to the silver fourpenny with a warlike heart.If it was the past, she thought she could use these silver coins to buy some bread and share it with this little guy.But not today—she needed the money to save Becky.

The tall boy leaned against the wall and watched her go.When she was about to leave the intersection, he suddenly said, "Where are you going?"

Sara was a little surprised. She knew that such a child would not be willing to talk to others.She turned to look at him and replied, "I'm going to the pharmacy."

The boy continued to ask, "What are you doing at the pharmacy?"

"I need the help of a pharmacist," Sarah said, with an involuntary pathos. "I—my friend is sick."

Sarah was a little surprised by the thoughtful look on the boy's face.It wasn't that she was prejudiced against these people, but that it was difficult for an uneducated person to show such an expression among the civilians she had seen—and among the beggars.

"You haven't got a shilling in your hand," he said firmly. "You've got fourpence in your hand—why not use that to buy some bread? I bet you need it now."

Sara was almost out of breath, tears welling up in her eyes: "Yeah—sorry. But I guess my friend needs it more now."

"You're a good girl," said the boy again with a thoughtful look on his face, "then let me see what I can do to help you—I think if you take me before your friends, I can Heal her."

Sarah eyed the boy in surprise, his expression did not seem to be lying.She hesitated for a while, then said, "Do you have anything to prove?"

The boy stretched out his hand towards her, and on that dirty hand, a flower that did not belong to this season was slowly blooming.

"There," said he, "you must go and buy your bread now."

Sarah stopped, looked at him, and thought.She said slowly, "I don't know if I should trust you—but my friend is just like you. She knows these magics just like you."

"Then, only I can save her," said the boy.

"Yes—I'm sorry, please wait for me." Sara stammered, and rushed back to the original place.She pushed open the door of the bakery and walked in.It was very warm inside, and the same bread smell as in her arms came over her face.The baker was putting some freshly baked buns in the window.

Perhaps, Sarah thought, she should ask first if the kind woman had lost the fourpence.She asked: "Excuse me--I want to ask, have you ever lost a silver piece--fourpence?"

She handed the silver piece to the baker, who looked at the silver piece and then at her, and kindly remarked that she had not lost the fourpence.

Sara breathed a sigh of relief, and asked her to pack some penny loaves for herself.But the baker put six in a paper bag and handed it to her.

Sarah touched the sixpence around her neck and said, "I'm sorry, I only have fourpence."

But the baker said kindly, "I'll add two more to fill it up."

Sarah is hungry, indeed.She thanked the baker gratefully, went outside, and gave the boy the paper bag in her hand: "Here, here you are—all of it, as long as you can cure Becky."

Holding the paper bag, the boy followed her and walked towards the school: "Didn't she tell you her real name?"

Sara was a little strange, she had a hunch that the boy might know something: "She—her real name?"