Love England

I don't know how many times I woke up from lethargy, but this time when I woke up, my heavy and hot body seemed to relax a lot, and my consciousness was not so blurred. On the cool lake, unprecedented comfort.I raised my eyes and looked around, completely losing the sense of time. In the dark room, under the dim reflection of the fire, I could only vaguely find someone sitting on a chair near my bed and guarding me. People dozed off from fatigue.It was a man whose face was obscured by his hands. Could it be Mr. Thornton?But this idea was immediately banned by reason, because I knew it was impossible, and the idea just now was just an illusory desire like a loft in the air.I rubbed my eyes again, carefully identifying the knight guarding me.

"Fred?" I called cautiously and softly, but my voice was hoarse with a dry mouth, and my voice was like filaments.I tried to clear my throat, but it felt exhausting that my throat was still inflamed like two stones. "Frederick?" I tried to let go of my voice, hoping that the other party could hear me calling.Not long after, the knight guarding me seemed to hear the sound and woke up.

"Cali? Cali! Yes, it's me! You're awake! Thank God!" He quickly got up and came to my bed with a slightly excited smile on his face.

"I want to drink some water, can I?"

"Of course! Of course! I'll get water right now! Margaret's in the kitchen, I'll call her up right away! Thank goodness!" He galloped out, calling Margaret and Dixon happily woke up.Within moments, Margaret, Dixon, Frederick, and even Mary were all around my bed, everyone smiling at me, and Mary crying.

"You're finally awake, Cali!" Margaret held my hand tightly, "It seems that your fever has completely subsided! Dad is going to call Dr. Donaldson!"

"You have been in a coma for nearly two weeks, my lady! It seems that the water mattress I borrowed three days ago is really working! Would you like something to eat, Miss?" Dixon asked kindly.

"I just want to drink some water..." Surrounded by everyone, I was a little flattered.

"By the way! Water!" Fred patted his forehead and hurriedly brought a glass of water. I took a sip, and the sweet and refreshing feeling that I had never felt before slowly spread throughout my body.I smiled at everyone from the bottom of my heart, not wanting them to worry about me anymore.When Dr. Donaldson came, several people dispersed, and Frederick hid in his room, only Margaret accompanied me.Dr. Donaldson also smiled and said that I was safe and sound. He took my temperature, looked at my throat, and told me that there is basically nothing serious now. I just need to take a few more medicines to eliminate my slight inflammation and wait. The red spots on my body are slowly disappearing, and I can completely recover.In addition, he also told Margaret that I don't need the cold water mattress to cool down now, it's better to change it, and he also asked Dixon to make me some chicken soup and fresh fruit to replenish my strength.As I was not yet fully recovered, Dr. Donaldson advised that my ward should be kept in isolation to prevent transmission to others who had not had scarlet fever.

After Dr. Donaldson left, Dixon and Margaret helped me replace the water mattress, and then asked Mary to serve me clear chicken soup as ordered by the doctor. I felt really hungry when I smelled the soup. Since I have been in a semi-comatose state, Margaret has been feeding me some liquid food.This small bowl of chicken soup at this time whetted my appetite and felt that it was the most delicious thing in the world.Margaret smiled and watched me gobble it up, chatted with me, told me jokes, and told me what happened at Hale’s house recently: Henry went to London this morning at the request of Mr. Bell to handle the gold mine investment. and Mrs. Hale wrote yesterday from London saying that all was well, and that she was very concerned about my case, and sent me my regards for the Ediths and Aunt Shaw. "Cali, the most unexpected thing is that many strangers I don't know always come to inquire about your condition and want to see you: Mrs. Will from the vegetable market, old Mr. Smith from the bakery, and a man who called himself For Mrs. Butcher's woman—she said you forgave her husband, and they all cared about you, and you made so many friends here."

"Neither did I, Margaret."

"You are so humble! What I want to say is that you mean more to all of us than you think, it doesn't matter who you are or how you are different!" She said so many people, but my most She wanted to know, but she didn't mention it. I knew the origin of the water mattress. I wanted to ask about it, but I couldn't find the courage to ask. Instead, I asked, "Margaret, what happened to Mr. Higgins and Bessie?" How is it?"

"I think you've already finished eating. It's very late today. Although the fever has subsided, you are still very weak. Rest well today, and we will talk about other things tomorrow." Margaret took the bowl away from the bed , did not answer my question, and when she was leaving, she said to reassure me: "I know you care about the water mattress, I will tell you, we will also talk about Mr Thornton, as long as you get better as soon as possible, Cali!" She smiled mischievously at me and walked out the door, but this did not dampen my curiosity at all, but made me more anxious.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt much refreshed than yesterday. Dixon brought me breakfast. She saw that my appetite was as good this morning as yesterday, and the joy on her face was beyond words.I waited anxiously for Marguerite's appearance, and she didn't break her promise. After breakfast, she was already sitting by my bed, ready to have a long talk with me.The first thing Margaret told me was the news of Bessie's death due to lung disease. Although I had known Bessie's fate for a long time, I was still shocked and sad when I heard the news, and tears rolled out of my eyes unconsciously.Although Marguerite tried to comfort me, it did not alleviate my sadness in the slightest.I then asked Margaret about Nicholas' situation, thinking that he must have suffered more pain than me at this time. He had experienced the failure of the strike and the pain of losing his daughter, and he had no friends by his side to comfort him. He doesn't even have a job that can be regarded as a spiritual sustenance. I really don't know if he can survive it.

"Mr. Higgins? The moment he heard from me after Bessie's death that you were dying, I saw that he was completely broken. I knew he needed help, so I asked papa to help him, Even invited him over to the house, I think he's in a much better mood now than he was then - you know? He used to come here in the evenings, but just hang around outside the house and wouldn't let us in. Listen Mary said that her father was content to know that you were doing well, so my father and I stopped interfering, at least it would save him from always being sad about Bessie's death."

"Thank you and Mr. Hale for helping Nicholas, you know he's had a hard time."

"I know, but I think he's a tough guy who doesn't get overwhelmed by life - I think he likes you, Cali!"

"Nicholas won't like me. Even if he really likes me, he won't accept me when he knows the real me. No man will accept me-at least I haven't had surgery now. For me now, I'm not fit to talk about who likes me or doesn't like me, because that's a very nonsense thing—let's leave that subject alone, Margaret."

"No, Cali, you despise yourself too much. If that person really cares about you, he won't care about your physiology, just like a man falls in love with a man, and a woman falls in love with a woman. If one day, a handsome and kind person who treats you thoroughly A man you know proposes to you, will you accept it?" Margaret asked solemnly.

"I don't know, Margaret, there would be no such person—I don't know." I didn't want to dwell too much on this impossible question, so I immediately changed the subject and asked: "What do you think of me?" Tell me about the water mattress!"

Margaret shook her head and sighed at me, obviously regretting that she couldn't continue talking with me about someone's "marriage proposal" to me.She then thought about it, and then told me how to borrow a water mattress from Mrs. Thornton. When she mentioned Mr. Thornton, my heart was tense, and I wanted to hear it, but I didn’t want to hear it. Ask a question and don't know how to say it.When Margaret finished telling the story, I had a "he did it for me" fantasy, but only for a moment , Seeing Margaret sitting in front of me, I immediately felt a sense of guilt for "betraying Margaret" and a sense of shame that I was out of control and imagining things. "Mr. Thornton belongs to Margaret!" I told myself in my mind for the thousandth time.

"I think you must have changed your opinion of Mr. Thornton?" I asked tentatively.Margaret smiled and replied: "Although he is unsmiling, I admit that he is indeed a gentleman-well, we have talked for a long time, and you should also have a good rest, compared with your illness just now. It's getting better." Margaret, like me just now, didn't want to talk too much about Mr. Thornton, and left "tactfully" and just right.

In the afternoon, Dixon disinfected my room with vinegar, and then Mr. Hale and Mr. Bell came to visit me in the room, and Mr. Bell brought me fruit and flowers. He also talked to me about Henry's reception. After Mr. Thornton's reply that he refused to invest, they went to London to do business. The two old gentlemen did not leave until Dr. Donaldson appeared and repeatedly advised them to leave.Dr. Donaldson examined me again and said I would be well soon and left with a smile on my face.After eating the dinner that Mary sent, Frederick also came to my room to chat with me, and he also read me some Byron's poems to amuse me.Margaret has been busy for me, passing me a glass of water for a while, telling me to take medicine, taking my temperature for a while, and asking me what I need, giving me an indescribable warmth and warmth. gratitude.We have never mentioned Mr. Thornton again today, and I am sure Margaret will share her love with Mr. Thornton with me when the time is right.

When the night came, maybe because I slept too much during the day, I couldn't sleep at night.I got out of bed, went to the window full of moonlight and looked out, and found that there was a man wandering around downstairs in Hale's house. I recognized the hat the man was wearing through the moonlight—it must be Nicholas, I There is an indescribable emotion in my heart.I hurried back to the house to light the candle, and reappeared at the window with it.The dark room was bright again, which attracted the attention of the person outside the room. I hope he can see my figure appearing by the window, because I want him to know that I am fine, and I hope he will stop torturing himself. I hope he can get rid of the shadow of life as soon as possible, I hope he can find a job as soon as possible, so that he can rekindle his enthusiasm for life-yes, I can write him a letter and ask him to ask Mr. Thornton to give him a Work, let the two of them become friends at work, and resolve misunderstandings between each other.

I saw the man standing under my window looking towards me, and he didn't leave until I blew out the candle, and when I was about to leave the window, by the moonlight shining on the street, I found another Individuals stepped out of the shadows of the street and left.The man was tall and straight, and although he couldn't see his face, he reminded me of Mr. Thornton--I'm really crazy, Mr. Thornton wouldn't do it for me, we have nothing to do, even if The thing he did with the water mattress helped me, and that was just in the spirit of "helping others".In the dark, I smiled self-deprecatingly, and fell asleep with the melancholy of overworked thoughts.The next morning, the first thing I did was to write to Nicholas, asking him to go to Mr. Thornton for help with his work, and asking Mary to take the letter home, hoping that everything would go according to Gass Developed as written in Mrs. Kell's novel.