beauty and money

Mary, who was stunned in place, was at a loss. She hurriedly took the key to open the door without saying a word. When she took the key, she saw that there were many cracks on the woman's hand, which was not as white and delicate as a woman's. But hard-working roughness.

With the sound of closing the door, there seemed to be a series of footsteps going away without complaining or staying. The night was long and Oxford was full of dirty college students.

Mary, who finally returned to the bed, could not fall asleep. She lit the candle and looked at the words she had written that were only slightly better than those popular Gothic styles. and that gypsy woman I saw in church that day.

Everyone wants to climb up. On the escalator of this social class, stepping on others to climb up, people's eyes can only look up, and no one looks down. She thought of Mr. Benest, who had no The person who looks desperate to climb up, and Georgiana who gave up love for her family and future, and Charlotte who chooses the annoying and emotionless Collins because of her age. Whose fault is this, the individual or the society?

Sleepless Mary sat up. While writing the ironic and humorous Henry, she started writing another novel, a novel about love and marriage. Then deliberately conceal the words and perspectives of her female identity.

She wrote down the title of the new article "Sense and Sensibility" word by word. When Mary was writing so hard that she no longer suppressed her gender and was writing stories from a unique female perspective and concept of marriage and love, another gentleman was finally arrested. prison.

He is Mr. Benest. After he had no hope of repaying his debts, he was thrown into the debtor's prison and held together with political prisoners and other debtors.He was forced to write to anyone he knew, begging for their help.For this younger brother who lost his social reputation, his two elder brothers didn't care about his life or death at all.

Given that he still has some land and income, the debtor's prison sentenced him to a symbolic four-month sentence, but his land is limited inheritance and cannot be sold, and even if it is sold, no one will buy the wasteland in Antrim .

Before entering the prison, Mr. Benest was terrified, but after he actually entered the prison, he found that he could avoid the harassment of creditors here, he could still go out to work during the day, and he still had a place to live at night, even if the conditions were worse, it was free , life is even more regular, the neighbor is a handicraftsman, they go out to work during the day, and rent here at night, they have a beautiful little daughter who will send and sell the leftover flowers to Mr. Benest.

I thought that once the social reputation was lost, he would face a lot of ridicule, but Mr. Benest found that no one remembered him as an insignificant person. He was like a flea in London. He died in any corner at any time and would be thrown into the public cemetery. No one would care about him or sympathize with him. The ladies he had hoped for in the past didn't even bother to answer their letters. He also wrote to Mary, but he really didn't expect anything from this lady who knew he was poor. help.

The garbled and incoherent letter did reach Longbourn, but it was put away by Mr. Bennet, who announced that his daughter was going to convalescence, so that all Mary's letters were kept until she came back from summer vacation, anyway. She doesn't have anything urgent.

Time flies, and Mary has become more careful since she met with John the editor-in-chief. The college students called her a weirdo, but her brain quickly absorbed knowledge.Ever since she met the wanderer at night, Mary felt that someone was following her, and she thought it might be that woman, especially when she saw her curled up on the street corner waiting for customers a few times, Mary couldn't harden her heart, but she also Not wanting to be in contact with her, so she puts bread under the door lamp while she can see.

'Poverty people should not give favors to others, but kind people are often like this, even if there is a piece of bread in their pockets, they will want to share with others, maybe it is a weak help, but they never refuse to help others.And selfish people, they always have ten thousand reasons not to help others, I don’t have enough money, I can’t help much, I’m also very poor, I don’t have to intervene if someone will help, help a liar, others will laugh at me, This kind of person is not worthy of being loved by others, because he does not understand love. After Mary wrote these words, she put Henry's Adventures on the side into an envelope, and then she put the reason and emotion she wrote these days into another envelope, and attached a note with the letter.

As usual, when Editor-in-Chief John received the manuscript, the first thing he did was to take it out and check for typos before publishing it for printing.On this day, he received two envelopes from Henry, with a note attached.The general content is a new submission, introducing that this is a romance novel.

He frowned. As a cutting-edge newspaper, all the articles in their newspaper are sharp and ironic. They are not very interested in pretentious love stories, but he still opened the envelope and read it carefully, just like this female writer in the past. Similarly, the font is a bit scribbled like a child's writing, but it can be seen that it can be improved, as if learning to write.

The beginning of the story begins with the encounter of the two ladies, the content is as calm as water, there are no thieves, no heroes to save the beauty, no evil villains, only the indifference of human feelings and the cruelty of society.This is a non-fictional article, so real that it seems to happen around me. All kinds of unfortunate marriages in the society, those confused love, and powerful faces can be seen at a glance. After John finished reading the manuscript, he found that nothing happened this morning I didn't do anything, I just read it quickly. This article does not conform to the purpose of the newspaper, but it is too direct to the heart. It makes people feel calm but unstoppable and want to read on.

Immediately, he discussed with the main funder of the newspaper and decided to serialize this article. He could foresee that this article would revive the newspaper that was on the verge of cessation of publication at this moment.After the next release, this article did not cause any sensation and the attention of commentators, but it is worth noting that the number of subscriptions increased a little. With the occurrence of subsequent episodes, the number of subscriptions increased. Have been addicted to it.

A reviewer saw this article, curled his lips and published a review article. This is a tepid thing, as bland as water, without any exciting plots. We can see that this newspaper, which is famous for its reactionary speeches, has closed down. , They gave up fighting and turned to publishing these substandard romance novels, which is really a joke.

A small number of radicals canceled their subscriptions in disappointment, but the number of monthly subscriptions continued to increase. Those middle-class ladies begged their maids to read it over and over for themselves, and wrote to ask the author if they could publish it as a book.

Critics don't know what to say about this phenomenon, they can only say that Henry's kitsch is catering to the tastes and hobbies of those young ladies.With the development of the plot, every bit of grief follows, the pressure of society, the warmth and warmth of human relationships, the sorrow of poverty and the disappearance of enthusiasm, a pair of lovers are about to part.

On this day, Mary was writing articles at home as usual, the adventures of Henry had successfully concluded, and her reason and emotions were about to enter the final juncture. She wondered whether she should let Marianne be happy.This woman's irrational love and frivolous behavior brought bitter fruit. She looked down on Brandon, and it was hard to say whether she had true feelings for him. Did she really love him?Or is it necessary to protect yourself?

Suddenly someone knocked on the door at this time, who could it be at this time?Mary went to the door and opened it, but saw no one, only a piece of paper pressed on a stone with crooked words and spelling mistakes.But it says 'Someone is following you and wants to know who came to find me at the end of the street and was indebted to you'.

Seeing this note, Mary's heart ached. Who could it be?It didn't look like a prank either, she had little to do with people in Oxford.Neighbors are always curious to talk to her, but she always avoids them.Mary took the note to the end of the street, and there stood a woman who gave Mary the key that day.

She is plump but not beautiful, her skin is rough, and her voice is soft. "Thank you for your generosity, you are a good man, sir, and I want you to know that there are people who always follow you, and hang out after you have come home, and I have run into them several times."

"Who is it? What does it look like?" Mary was surprised at the identity of this informer, but also felt a little more at ease. It is always easier to get along with women than with men.But what she said was a little scary.

"Oh, he's not very good." A slang phrase came out of the woman's mouth, and then she went on: "Weird, tall and thin, and the face is really ugly, and the face is like..." She compared an elongated gesture.

Mary thought of Elliot for a moment, why did he follow her?what did he find "When did you find out?"

The woman leaned against the wall, and she pulled her scarf to wrap herself tightly. "Runned a few times, he's always hanging out your door, he's probably one of those, you know, one of those weird people who like people of the same gender as me. I can see that, he must be like that People." The woman said firmly.

Terrified by her words, Mary, a fearsome stalker, will he discover her true identity?If this kind of entanglement was caused by her meddling, she didn't know what to do, maybe she should warn and threaten him, telling him not to follow?But... God, she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed, her face was pale.

"You should beat him hard, you are a good man, you shouldn't have suffered such a thing." The woman muttered.

"Thank you for letting me know, I'll keep an eye out." Mary pulled a few pennies out of her waistcoat pocket. "Take something to drink."

"Don't I need to do anything?" the woman asked after taking the money, she came closer, smelling of cheap face powder.

"No, you have already helped me." Mary was not used to being approached by others, so she backed away a little, ready to leave.But the woman shed tears, wiped her eyes and said: "You are a good person, they either tell me to get out or want to..." As if realizing that her words were inappropriate, the woman stopped talking, and she retreated to the street as if she felt ashamed. In the shadow of her, it seems that she is the same as the underdrain and the dirty water.

Mary comforted her a few words and returned to the house. She was restless, and she was haunted by fear and bewilderment. What should she do?If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have helped that man. No, she would have helped, but she had brought such trouble. What was the purpose of that man?