Love England

What happens to the crew of a ship commanded by a maniac as brutal as Nero?What would happen to the crew under his command if the order from this crazy commander was that all crew members, including himself, would die at the bottom of the sea?Anyone with a sense of justice and love of life will rise up against such an absurd commander, Frederick Hale is such a crew and such a person, he led the crew to abuse the rights bestowed on him by the British Navy The crazy commander of the ship sanctioned on the spot, which saved the lives of all crew members and the safety of the ship.In the eyes of the crew, Frederick Hale was a hero who saved them, but in the face of the British navy where "obedience is everything", he was a traitor and deserter who violated the orders of the country. exiles.

With the help of the feeble candlelight in my hand, I finally saw the exile's face (or the candlelight made it possible for us to see each other's face): he did not strike me as serious as Mr. Mr. Knox is as steady, not as stoic as Higgins, not as dashing as Mr. Bell, and even less refined as Mr. Hale—an adventurous sailor is all I can think of to describe him.My mind flashed to Mrs. Gaskell's description of him in Chapter 5 of the second volume of the book: "The complexion of the face was very dark, and at the same time she caught a glimpse of a timid look in a pair of particularly slender blue eyes. look, those eyes suddenly flickered, funny realization that they were looking at each other." At this moment, Frederick and I were in a "funny looking at each other" situation.

"Master Frederick?" Dixon also appeared with a candle at this time, exclaiming in surprise.

"It's me, Dixon! It's me!" Frederick opened his arms and gave Dixon a hug. Dixon shed tears as excitedly as seeing his own child.After the two embraced, Mr. Hale also came downstairs. The reunion of father and son for many years was so deep and full of touching emotions that I even envied him and Mr. Hale.If my father accepts me, how I wish I could give my father an affectionate hug like the Hales!

"Is mother all right now, father?"

"Not optimistic children," replied Mr. Hale with a sigh.

"I want to meet her now!"

"Okay! She woke up when she heard the knock on the door just now, looking forward to seeing you!"

"Why didn't I see Margaret?" Frederick asked after looking around.

"It's a long story, but I must introduce you to Miss Addams!" Mr. Hale reintroduced his son to me, and Frederick bowed respectfully, and we were both already Not as embarrassing as before.

"Miss Addams! Nice to meet you!"

"Mr. Hale, nice to meet you too!" I curtseyed as gracefully as I could.He looked at me and smiled, his demeanor is like a sailor who has just joined the job, sunny, shy and somewhat frivolous, this may be the character accumulated from years of wandering abroad, giving people the impression that he is more like a Spanish people and not an Englishman.

"I think Mrs. Hale is waiting for you!" I reminded him.

"Oh, yes!" He turned away, and went upstairs affectionately with his father to see Mrs. Hale.Looking at the backs of the father and son, Dixon sighed: "With Master Frederick, this family is complete. It would be even better if Miss Margaret is here!"

"I'll write to Miss Margaret to come back as soon as possible, Dixon!"

"That's very nice, Miss Addams! You're such a good fellow! It seems I've got a lot of work to do, and I've got to get the room out for Master Frederick, as we have a guest room that the lord was giving to Mr. Bell." Yes, but Mr. Bell always lives in hotels and never bothers our family—I'm so happy today! I'm so happy for Mrs. Hale!" said Dixon and went upstairs, and I didn't intend to disturb Hale. It was a reunion with the Will family, so I followed Dixon to help Frederick prepare the room.The guest room at Hale's, next to Margaret's where I lived, was plain but neat, and Dixon and I remade the bed, put on clean sheets and bedding, and wiped down the room. Dust (not much dust though, since Dixon cleaned it every day).All the while Dixon was cleaning, he kept telling me anecdotes about Frederick as a boy, boasting of him as a straight and handsome young man.

"Miss Addams, don't you think Master Frederick is handsome? I haven't seen a few men as beautiful as him! Although the years of wandering have made his face look more like a sailor, But it made him more masculine."

"I think so too, Dixon! Margaret is beautiful, and her brother is certainly handsome," I replied, straightening the pillow.

"I've been very busy these days. Fortunately, the strike is over and the market has returned to its previous prosperity. I can buy more fruits and meat, and of course fresh eggs and vegetables, although it may cost more Money, but it’s nothing in the current situation!” At this time, I remembered that Dixon would be recognized by Helstone’s people in the novel, and I quickly reminded: “Dixon, go to the market these two days Be careful when buying things, unless you trust people you know well, don’t talk to people on the road, and don’t even respond to Helstone’s old friends.”

"Miss, I know what you mean. I will be careful to hide Master Frederick!" Although Dixon agreed, I was still worried, because since I came here, I have deeply felt that what happened in the novel Certain events are bound to happen, although the outcome may be changed by human actions.

Dixon and I were soon finishing up the guest room, and when we both came out Frederick came out of Mrs. Hale's bedroom.Dixon said with concern: "Master Frederick, Miss Addams and I have tidied up your bedroom. It's getting late and I think you're tired too." He walked up to us both, trying to smile To cover up the sadness of seeing my mother, I thanked Dixon and me repeatedly.

"Mr. Hale, you don't have to worry. Mrs. Hale will be well. Margaret will be back. Everything will be all right. I'm going to visit Dr. Donaldson tomorrow to talk about Mrs. Hale's condition. I think everything There will be a turnaround.”

"That would be wonderful, Miss Addams! I'm glad Margaret has you as a beautiful and capable friend, and thank you for writing to me!"

"If you don't blame me for writing you on my own initiative, you can call me Cali, everyone in the family calls me that!"

"Of course, Cali, you must call me Freddie, and so do all your close friends!"

"Okay, Freddie! Good night then!"

"Good night, Cali!" He watched me go back to the bedroom, and now that Margaret's brother has returned, I have settled my mind.Immediately afterwards I finished writing the letter I had just written to Marguerite and fell asleep peacefully.

Early the next morning, I stuffed the letter into the crack of the space-time door in the attic. The door was still closed as before, and there was no sign of opening it. I could only count on Margot Lit can see my letter as soon as possible.When I came down to the dining-room, Dixon had already prepared breakfast, which was enlivened by the presence of Frederick, and he went to accompany Mrs. Hale after breakfast.Mr. Bell also came early in the morning, and he was very happy when he learned that Mr. Hale's son was back. When Mr. Bell entered the door less than 2 minutes later, someone knocked on the door.I cautiously went to open the door, and it was Mr Thornton's assistant who knocked, carrying a basket full of fruit.

"I'm so glad to see you safe and sound, miss!" He saluted me from the doorway, taking off his hat.

"I'm fine, Mr. Assistant! What's the matter so early today?"

"I was sent by Mr. Thornton to bring a letter to Mr. Hale, and he asked me to take this basket of fruit to Mrs. Hale." I took the fruit basket and letter, and thanked the assistant for Mr. Hale.His mission has been completed, and he doesn't want to stay in front of Hale's house any longer, and I have no intention of letting him in because of Frederick's relationship. He took off his hat, nodded to me, turned and left.

"Mr. Assistant!" I stopped him, because I couldn't let go of a question in my mind.

"Anything else to order, miss?"

"Mr. Thornton... all right?"

The assistant looked at me and said with a smile: "He seems to be busier after the strike. He has been dealing with the Irish workers' affairs early this morning. He is still as strict as ever, and even more so! Maybe he has to consider How to properly send those migrant workers away!"

"Oh? That's right! Thank you!"

"You're welcome, miss!" The assistant finally waved to me and left.

Maybe that person will forget me in the busy work, forget me completely, just like I didn't appear in his life.Thinking of this, a painful melancholy spread over my whole body. I took the letter from Mr. Thornton and the fruit basket, and I had already expected what his letter said: he must have evaded Mr. Hale. The class will be delayed from time to time, and fruit will be sent to express condolences, showing that he is not a heartless person.When I put the letter and things into the hands of Mr. Hale, and when he read the letter, the content of the letter was exactly as I expected. Of course, this was exactly what Mr. Hale wanted.Now that Frederick is hiding at home, he cannot let outsiders notice. Mr. Hale's students who were supposed to attend classes at home, he will suspend classes for them during this period of time on the grounds that Mrs. Hale is ill.After all, the family has to make ends meet, and with the help of Mr. Bell, Mr. Hale has found a job as a tutor for school children in other people's homes, which has made up for the shortfall left by the temporary loss of those students who came to the house.

Mrs. Hale was very happy to see the fruit sent by Mr. Thornton, and Mr. Hale felt a little sorry that Thornton, a proud student, could not come here to visit, although he had to temporarily give up inviting Mr. Thornton because of his son. A guest at home.Frederick didn't think much of Mr. Thornton, whom he had never met. In his impression, the factory owners were a group of cruel guys, just like the machines running in their factories, monotonous and focused on efficiency. They were all like The oppressors like Caesar oppressed their factories and workers, and he himself suffered from the oppressors, making him an exile.

"Mr. Thornton often comes to the house as a guest. He was the first friend your father made in Milton. Although he is very serious, he is very polite and considerate. Mrs. Thornton is also a very elegant lady. I admire her very much. Mr. Thornton is also Cali's friend!" Mrs. Hale introduced, with an indescribable sweetness on her face, and her spirit was rejuvenated by the return of her son.Although the sickness has not subsided for a while, she insists that Dixon help her to the living room after breakfast, sit in the rocking chair she usually sits in, and look at her son with happiness.Frederick took his mother's hand tenderly and sat beside her, as if he had been a child.I sat on the sidelines and couldn't bear to disturb such a warm moment between their mother and child. At the same time, I was worried whether this sign of Mrs. Hale was a flashback. I wanted to persuade Mrs. Hale not to be too excited and tired, but I didn't know how to speak.

"Miss Addams, what do you think? Miss Addams?"

"What?" I came back to realize what Frederick was asking me.

"I mean what do you think of Mr. Thornton?"

Now my biggest fear is about Mr. Thornton, in this living room, Mr. Bell, Mr. and Mrs. Hale, and Dixon who just brought in the coffee, it seems that everyone is staring at me. Makes me uncomfortable, not to mention Frederick's eyes.

"I . . . I agree with Mrs. Hale!" was all I could get out of the ambiguous sentence.

"If mother and Miss Addams comment on this man in this way, I'm beginning to have a little liking for this Mr. Thornton." Frederick nodded in affirmation.

If the topic of Mr. Thornton continues, I really want to leave this place, "I'm sorry everyone, I also have an appointment with Dr. Donaldson, and I want to go to his clinic."

"I'll hire a carriage to take you there, Cali." Mr. Bell stood up and said.

"Thank you, Mr. Bell. But I would like to take a walk. Dr. Donaldson's clinic is not far away." I firmly declined Mr. Bell's offer, because now I really want to be alone.I curtseyed hastily and walked out of the overly busy living room.

Walking on the way to Dr. Donaldson's clinic, I couldn't help but walk faster and faster, as if I could get rid of my wild thoughts, but the more I wanted to get rid of my thoughts, the deeper I sank. About Mr. Thornton Everything will be filled in my mind, and all the indifference will become important, the sense of loss and melancholy will not go away, and the more I do this, the faster my pace will be, I hope to find something quickly Doing it made me passively stop thinking about it. Fortunately, Dr. Donaldson's clinic is right in front of me.

I knocked on the door of the clinic, and Dr. Donaldson received me warmly, and showed me Mrs. Hale's consultation report and medical records. When I read the consultation report and medical records carefully, I found that Mrs. Hale Her disease is not as serious as Dr. Donaldson said. If it is at the level of medicine in the 21st century, Mrs. Hale's hernia can be completely treated with minimally invasive surgery. Even without minimally invasive techniques, ordinary routine surgery can completely cure it.But with the level of medical care in the mid-19th century, even X-rays had not yet been discovered, let alone antibiotics and other drugs. I began to understand what Dr. Donaldson meant by the risk of surgery.While looking at the medical records, I recalled the procedures of those hernia operations that I helped doctors do in the army, and recalled how those doctors performed the operations.I then presented my opinion of Mrs. Hale's condition to Dr. Donaldson, who was evidently interested in what I had to say, and nodded repeatedly.

"Miss Addams, you really opened my eyes!" Dr. Donaldson exclaimed with great interest.

"Dr. Donaldson, you are really flattered. I am very grateful that you can show me the information on Mrs. Hale's condition. May I borrow some medical books on this kind of disease from you?"

"Of course, Miss Addams. Of course!" Dr. Donaldson immediately brought me several medical treatises on hernias from his study, "I think Mrs. Hale's illness will be cured with a clever lady like you." OK!"

"Thank you again, Dr. Donaldson. Most doctors don't want someone to tell you what to do, let alone a woman from a foreign country."

"I just want to make Mrs. Hale better, and I don't think much about other things. As a doctor, I will do my best to save the lives of patients. This is my duty. I sincerely hope to have your help, Miss Addams ’ I shook hands with him, forming an alliance, not expecting Dr. Donaldson to be so enlightened and things to go so smoothly.Of course, cooperation with the doctor is only the first step, the most important thing is how to treat Mrs. Hale.Dr. Donaldson lent me copies of Mrs. Hale's consultation report and medical records, so that I could take them home and study them.When Mr. Bell came here to pick me up and left Dr. Donaldson's clinic, it was almost dusk. Unexpectedly, the doctor and I had already reached the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. Came to urge several times.

"My little girl, your talent always impresses me!" Sitting next to me in the carriage, Mr. Bell said to me in a sympathetic tone: "You are such a considerate girl! Black You worry about the Er family, the Higgins family, and even the Thornton family, the strike, the beating, and of course the trouble Mr. Lennox caused you, no wonder you are tired Lose weight, little Cali!" I didn't expect that Mr. Bell knew about Mr. Lennox, and I wondered what this hidden Mr. Bell meant to me. "Mr. Bell, are you as suspicious of me as Mr. Lennox?"

"I'm not blind, Cali! Although Mr. Lennox has raised his doubts to me, I will see and observe with my own eyes, and I have my own judgment."

"What is your judgment?" I ventured to ask.

"You are a good girl!"

I was not at ease when I heard his praise, because I was hesitating whether to tell Mr. Bell my real situation. I always have an indescribable sense of trust in Mr. Bell, but what I said Can he accept what he said?How much is acceptable?I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at his face. I was afraid that I would see his trusting expression, but I still treated his sincerity with a lie.Seeing that I didn't speak, Mr. Bell continued: "Cali, please forgive me if I offend you, but I have to figure out the current situation. When Mr. Lennox investigated you in London, he once Told me his concerns, and I have a few friends in America, some came back from Tennessee, and had never heard of a farmer named Addams—you know Mr. Hale and I were best friends when we were at Oxford, and later He is married, and his daughter Margaret is my goddaughter, and I will not stand idly by when they are involved. From what I have known of you, I have never seen that you are any disadvantage to the Hales. I don't see what you have in mind for the Hale family: an excommunicated penniless old priest, what good can you get from him? And what makes me wonder is that Margaery You and her seem to have a special way of communicating, and Margaret's letter is also written in such a vague way. Although I have no doubt that the letter is from Margaret, I have never been able to understand Margaret. Where is Te. Cali, can you answer my questions? If you are in trouble, I will do my best to help you. I like you very much, and I know you don't want to disappoint those who like you!"

"Mr. Bell, thank you for speaking these words to me!" I looked up at his kind face without any trace of blame or accusation, "If my explanation exceeds the current scientific cognition, can you accept it?" Can you believe me if I come from the future of the 21st century and Margaret lives in my time? Do you think I'm lying or cheating? Do you think I'm hopeless Medicine? Do you still think I'm a good girl?"

He stared at me with wide eyes, obviously understanding whether the series of rhetorical questions I gave was a joke or fact, "I read every day in my study at home in Oxford, but the book does not use rhetorical questions as an explanation. Tell me a lot—coachman, take us to a good café nearby!" Mr Bell called to the coachman.

"Yes, sir!" promised the coachman.

Neither of us spoke for the next two minutes. After 5 minutes, we came to a gorgeously furnished cafe with not many customers. A well-trained waiter took us to a secluded place to sit down and served I drank two cups of fragrant Brazilian coffee.

"Cali, now you can tell me your story, and I will listen attentively!" Mr. Bell said with a solemn expression.

It seems that there is no need to hide anymore!I took a sip of the coffee, and a bitter taste gradually permeated my taste buds, just like the feelings hidden in my heart, and then I talked about how I met Margaret and how I came to the world through the door in the attic. The Hale family, how they switched eras with Margaret, and how they stuffed the letter into the time-space gate to contact Margaret, told Mr. Bell exactly, of course I didn’t mention the fact that I was a transgender person Tell him I fear he will be as frightened away as Mr. Thornton. "I'm not lying about anything other than what I've just explained to you. I'm a farmer's daughter, born in Tennessee, and now living in Kentucky. What happened in the century..." I waited for Mr. Bell's response, and took another sip of the coffee anxiously, the coffee had become cold at this time, although the coffee was still full of aroma, the bitterness had not changed Pain, I couldn't help frowning.I stared at Mr. Bell's cup of coffee. He hadn't moved. I was so nervous that I only dared to look at his cup of coffee instead of his face, waiting for the "judgment".

"It's incredible! I can't describe how I feel!" Mr. Bell said with excitement in his voice.I slowly raised my head, a face full of surprise and subtle joy smiled at me, "Do you have any questions?"

"You've explained it very well, little Cali—of course, I have many questions to ask you, and many things I understand. This also explains your strange attire when you came here, your treatment of black slaves and slaves. Mechanistic views, your advice to Dr. Donaldson—did you know that when he left the clinic, the old Dr. Donaldson admired you very much, and praised you for your advanced medical knowledge, which is better than he learned in medical school. Everything you get is valuable! You must know that he is not only a famous doctor in Milton, but also a famous doctor in the Royal Society of Medicine in London! I really want to see the door that can travel through time and space right now. It is estimated that Old Hale will definitely regard me as a weirdo by then!"

"Do you really believe me?" Now it was my turn to wonder.

"I'm not a bunch of dogmatic old pedants in Oxford University. Although your story sounds like a fantasy, it's just like people in the middle ages heard Copernicus' heliocentric theory, cavemen heard that food can It’s like roasting and eating with fire, who said that what can’t be explained by science is not true?”

"You are right. In my time, humans could travel into space and land on the moon. Although there is no scientific explanation for my experience now, who can be sure that there will be no explanation in the future?" I admire Mr. Bell's openness. "I don't think you need to worry about Margaret. She will live well in my time with her intelligence, and my friends will help her, just as I have the help of you all here. !"

"Thank you, Cali, it's great to have you at the 19th century Hale family! I think it's best to keep this a secret from the two of us for now, I won't tell anyone, and I will try to help you !"

"Thank you for understanding me, Mr. Bell!"

At this time, he picked up the coffee as if drinking a glass of refreshing beer, and drank it happily, and I also took a sip of the coffee with a smile, feeling its fragrant aroma, and felt that it did not taste so bitter.