Love England

Since I met Bessie, whenever I was free at Hale's house, I would visit Higgins's house and chat happily with Bessie.Recently, her cough has become more and more serious, and she has reached the point where she cannot go to work in the factory. Fortunately, the money Mary earns as a servant in Hale's house can make up for the shortfall that Bessie cannot go to work.Mr. Higgins has been busy with the guild recently. They plan to organize a strike to fight for the rights and interests of all Milton workers, and Bessie and I also chat about these things from time to time.According to Bessie, her father often came home very late recently, and he always held meetings with the union officials to discuss how to arrange the life of the striking workers after the strike, how to help families with particularly difficult lives, and a series of specific matters.

Nicholas Higgins is not a mindless man, he has a higher level of knowledge than the average semi-literate working man, and I even think he may be more learned than Mr Thornton.He is very smart and eager to learn. In this barren house, Mr. Higgins specially set aside a small space for his books—the works of Kant, Hegel, Rousseau, etc. were torn apart by him. It's as if I've ripped through Mrs Gaskell's novel.Although at first glance he is a rough guy, but if you understand his life, you will find that he is a delicate and compassionate person. Now I finally understand why Margaret in the novel respects and values ​​him. The worker leader.

"Daddy said that the day for their strike has been basically fixed." Bessie said worriedly.

"I hope nothing will happen! Mr. Hale went to give a lecture to the workers yesterday, but he was taken over by the strike mobilization meeting organized by the workers. You know the Hales are from Helstone, and I am from the United States. We used to be able to We have never seen a strike before, and now we are all worried about the situation in Milton, and Nicholas is the organizer of this strike, I really don't want him in danger."

"I'm not too worried. Dad will arrange everything, and the workers trust him. There is one thing that Dad doesn't say, but I know he values ​​you very much, and he cares about your thoughts. Of course, he once Tell me you don't look like a lady at all!" Bessie said with a laugh.

"And what do you think, Bessie?"

"It's really not like it!" After she finished speaking, she laughed even more happily, and I also laughed with her. "Cali, do you think the strike will succeed? Daddy is very confident about the strike."

"Maybe! If he didn't resort to violence to strike, if he could lead the workers and factory owners to sit down at the negotiating table rationally and negotiate to resolve their conflicts, maybe the workers and factory owners in Milton would not be like that. The enemy is the same." I said while thinking, thinking that the strike in the novel would be out of control and end in failure, and my heart was clouded.

"Dad said the strike would be peaceful and not violent. He was against violence of any kind. But I don't think it would be possible to sit down and negotiate calmly with the factory owners. Daddy used to say that the factory owners were liars. , are not to be trusted.”

"I think there are good men among the mill owners, and Mr. Thornton is just."

Bessie thought for a while and replied: "I don't know, although I know that Mr. Thornton's factory may have the best working environment and treatment for workers in Milton's factory. That’s all I can say about him.”

"I think Nicholas will be friends with Mr Thornton later on."

"I don't dare to think about that!" Bessie shook her head. "Well, let's forget about the strike and tell me, Cali! How about going to Thornton's last Thursday? Is Mrs. Thornton still as rigid as the Czarina?" face?" I told Bessie about my visit to Thornton's house as vividly as possible, and Bessie listened patiently with excitement and sighed: "You are still invited to Mrs. Thornton's dinner? It's hard to imagine you wearing an evening gown like a lady at a dinner party!"

"Is it because I don't look like a lady?" I asked with an angry expression.

"I think being surrounded by a bunch of nasty factory owners, you'd be bored to death, like wearing an evening gown with reduced mobility would be awkward - and of course Cali, I'm a bit conflicted, you're so beautiful, I'm really I want to see how you look in evening dress!"

Just as I was about to answer Bessie that I might not have time to attend the Thornton's dinner party, a thin, haggard man with disheveled hair walked into the Higgins' home.His clothes were shabby, and he was holding a felt hat that was as shabby as the clothes. Seeing Bessie and I chatting, he asked submissively, "Excuse me, is Nicholas there?"

Bessie got up to meet him, and told the man that her father hadn't come back. The man hesitated for a while, then turned and left without saying anything.

"Who is he, Bessie?" I asked.

"He is our neighbor. His name is Boucher. Dad just persuaded him to join the union a few days ago. He and his wife have six children. His wife is a nice person." Through Bessie's description, my mind immediately searched. Bearing the name of Boucher written in the novel, he committed suicide by drowning himself because he couldn't stand the exclusion of the trade union, and his wife hanged herself shortly after his death, leaving their children to be adopted by Higgins, and finally The ending is really embarrassing.

"I feel that Boucher is not a strong-willed person. Maybe Nicholas pulled him into the union, which would be a mistake for Boucher and the union."

Bessie didn't respond to my words. She came to sit by the window sill, looked outside, and coughed a few times from time to time.Recently, she always likes to sit on the edge of the window sill and look outside, as if waiting for someone to pick her up, she always mentions God, and always avoids talking about death deliberately, and I don’t hold religion as much as Margaret With a pious attitude, I just came to her silently, took her hand, and watched and waited with her, hoping that my life could be transmitted to Bessie along the temperature of my hand, and I didn't want this life to wither like this .

Unlike Bessie, who has been shrouded in the shadow of death, Mrs. Hale's illness in the novel is so vague and fast.Her complexion was as pale as ever, she often showed tiredness, and she ate very little. Although she sometimes looked lively, she always felt depressed in most cases, and she even experienced discomfort in her waist.I try to take care of Mrs. Hale as much as I can while trying to keep Mrs. Hale happy.After asking Mrs. Thornton for the doctor's address, I asked Dixon to visit the doctor at Hale's house, in order to find out what was wrong with Mrs. Hale.At first, Dixon didn't understand my approach, thinking that although Mrs. Hale's face turned pale after she came to Milton, it was only caused by the bad weather in Milton.I had to use the "prophecy" as an excuse to tell her that Mrs. Hale would be seriously ill, which made Dixon dubiously ask for a doctor.But the matter of hiring a doctor did not go well. This famous doctor from Milton went to London on a business trip for two weeks before returning, which was really worrying.

Plus, Margaret still hasn't written back, which makes me worry and even wonder if something has happened to her because she doesn't fit in with the world I live in - and the thought of that happening makes me even more anxious .Fortunately, these days, Mr. Thornton sent an invitation to a dinner party on Friday, inviting the Hale family and me to attend.Mrs. Hale was somewhat interested in this matter, and she even chose one of Margaret's evening dresses for me, and remade an evening dress with Dixon according to my figure.

Two days before the dinner at the Thorntons, the Hales were visited by an unexpected person. He was Mr. Hale's best friend, Mr. Bell, who had been Mr. Hale's best man and was a black man. A classmate of Mr. Hall at Oxford, and godfather to Margaret and her brother Frederick.For these reasons, I could not help liking Mr. Bell when I was reading the novel, and now seeing this gentleman with my own eyes made me feel even more likable.

Mr. Bell was about the same age as Mr. Hale, but looked much younger.He has silver-gray hair and a tall and healthy figure like a young man. Although he is not as handsome as Mr. Thornton, he has an elegant and funny conversation, a gentleman's demeanor, coupled with a finely tailored 19th-century suit, which makes Mr. Bell all the time. It exudes the charm of a mature man.Mr. Bell is very rich, but he is a bachelor, and he often makes fun of himself as a bachelor, showing an infectious smile.Mr. Hale and Mrs. Hale welcomed Mr. Bell's visit very much, especially Mr. Hale was as happy as a child, always holding Mr. Bell's hand and talking to him about the past when they were studying in Oxford together.If this pair of friends were in the 21st century, I really think the close relationship between these two people is not just that simple as friends.Mrs. Hale also likes this friend of Mr. Hale very much. From Mr. Bell, she can somewhat regain the good old days in Hullstone, and even the lost youth between herself and Mr. Hale, because Bell Sir is a witness of their good times.

Mr. Bell visited the Hale family almost every day during his stay in Milton.The old gentleman was kind to me too, and if Mr. Hale was to me like a father, Mr. Bell was to me like a long-lost friend.The second day he came to Milton he invited me to go for a walk with him.We chatted along the way, and he told me about the past with Mr. Hale when he was young, and even mentioned Mr. Hale's views on giving up his priesthood and coming to Milton.

"I admire him very much for sticking to his beliefs, not being oppressed by power and the world, and giving up his priesthood to come to Milton. I may never have the courage he has. I can only move forward within the rules and dare not take a step forward One step at a time." Mr. Bell said with great emotion.

"You are Mr. Hale's best friend. He can adapt quickly to this new environment in Milton. Without your help, he would not be able to do it. You are a true friend of the Hale family. I admire you very much, Mr. Bell !"

He laughed when he heard what I said, and said: "Thank you for your compliment, Ms. Addams, I am really honored. One of the main reasons for coming to Milton this time is to see my old friend Mr. Hale in Whether it is going well here, I am relieved to see that he is doing well in Milton-and I am even more pleased that although Margaret is not with Mr. and Mrs. Hale, Miss Addams, with you It’s a pleasure to be with them, too.”

"You are too much, Mr. Bell." I smiled a little embarrassedly, and asked again, "Then what is your second reason?"

"The second reason is the factory I let in Marlborough Street."

"The factory in Marlborough Street? Is it Mr. Thornton's factory? I have heard that you leased his factory and grounds to him, did you not?"

"Yes, indeed Mr. Thornton's factory."

"Can you tell me what's wrong with his factory?"

"Oh! That's no problem. Mr. Thornton is a great guy. It's just that I recently hired a new lawyer to handle some of my tenancy matters. John Thornton is my largest tenant. I want to put my lawyer Introduce him. By the way, Miss Addams, I look forward to having you at this dinner!"

It turned out that after Mr. Thornton learned that Mr. Bell was coming to Milton, he also specially sent him an invitation card, inviting him to attend the banquet held on Friday.On the day of the banquet the Hales and I went to Thornton House in the carriage which Mr. Bell had hired for us, and Mr. Bell was supposed to go with us, but the coachman sent a message that Mr. Bell would be a little late due to impromptu business.Soon afterward we arrived in Marlborough Street in a carriage.

It was the first time I wore a gown to such a formal dinner, and I felt as excited as a girl at her high school prom.Mr. Thornton greeted us personally at the door, and he helped me and Mrs. Hale's hands out of the car very gentlemanly.

"It's a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Hale, Mrs. Hale, Miss Addams!"

"I'm glad you have me, Mr. Thornton," I said, curtseying gracefully.

Afterwards, Mr. Thornton politely let us in. Some guests had arrived, and Mrs. Thornton was busy with them. As soon as she saw me and the Hale family appeared, she came up to us and greeted us very politely, saying: With a greeting like a program.Gorgeous as those words sounded, they seemed lacking in emotion compared with Mr. Thornton's simple greeting just now.When another guest arrived behind us, Mrs. Thornton said "Go Yourself" and left us to meet the other guests.

The room was mostly gentlemen, and there were not many ladies except Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Thornton, and Miss Thornton, and many of the people in the room were unknown to me.Fortunately, Miss Thornton came to me in a short while, and became my company like a shadow, so that I would not look out of place in front of a group of strange men.

"Miss Addams, do you know? As soon as you walked into this room, many gentlemen asked me who you were! This dress of yours is quite unique, although it is a bit plain!" I was greeted by Miss Thornton Sit down in an inconspicuous seat, she said to me a little mysteriously.

"Thank you for your compliment, Miss Thornton! Who are these gentlemen, I should like to ask?"

"They were mill owners, like my brother, and their sons. The dumpy man was Mr. Hamper, next to him about his height, and the ginger-haired man was his son. The tall, thin man with gray hair was Slickson. Sir, it is Mr. Slickson's second son who is talking to my mother. He is not as energetic as his father. He is always sick. He is also a partner in the Slickson factory. My mother told me Mr. Slickson's eldest son died at the age of two, and now there is only one son left, and of course he has a daughter who is also sickly-this Mr. Slickson has always wanted to marry Miss Slickson to my brother , what a whimsical idea, I never liked that lady, neither did my mother. The two people my brother was talking to were the Lester Brothers, you could easily tell they were twins, don't ask me who are Brother who is brother, because I never found out, they always go in and out together, but what the hell! They're not a bit handsomer than my brother John, anyway, and I don't feel bad about it. I don't I hate this pair of brothers, after all, they also often court me, but I don’t like their red hair.” I have heard the names of these factory owners from Higgins, and now I finally see them, I couldn't help but feel a little disgusted in my heart.At this point, Miss Thornton noticed that the Lester brothers were walking towards us. She blinked at me, and immediately turned into a ladylike state, waiting for the brothers to show their courtesies. The Lixons and Mr. Thornton also came towards us.Mr. Thornton formally introduced the gentlemen and me to each other. I politely exchanged a few words with each of them, and then said that I went to Mrs. Hale, while Miss Thornton surrounded several young gentlemen. , having fun talking with them.

Mrs. Hale and I were sitting together, and Mrs. Thornton was chatting with the Hales, while Mr. Thornton was on the other side of the room, talking seriously with Mr. Hamper and Mr. Slickson, I guess it may be the problem of workers' strike.In the past two days, the workers' going on strike has become a topic of discussion in the streets and alleys of Milton. No matter what position you are in, whenever you talk about this topic, a sense of oppressive urgency will suddenly come to the surroundings. Now this room does not know Unconsciously infected by this feeling.Maybe this embarrassment is just my own, as Bessie once told me, I'm not used to such a restrained occasion, and Dixon stretched my corset too far for this dress. It made me a little breathless.At this moment a footman came in to announce to Mrs. Thornton that Mr. Bell was coming. When I heard the news, I suddenly felt happy and at ease. It dispelled the uncomfortable feeling in the room, and he also brought a gentleman, which surprised me even more.

"Let me introduce, this is Mr. Henry Lennox, my lawyer!" Mr. Bell introduced enthusiastically to everyone.Mr. Thornton and Mrs. Thornton immediately welcomed Mr. Lennox as hosts, and Mr. Bell assisted the host in introducing Mr. Lennox to everyone present. "This is Miss Calpernia Addams, Miss Hale's close friend!" Mr. Bell brought Mr. Lennox before me.Mr. Henry Lennox was second only to Mr. Thornton in stature. He had well-combed black hair and a slender and strong figure. Although he was not handsome, he had a gentle sense of stability.He bowed slightly to me and gave me a few words of politeness, and looked at me with a sharp look, but that look was fleeting, and then he greeted Mr. and Mrs. Hale warmly, who had not seen each other for a long time.

Now that the guests are all here, the servant informs Mrs. Thornton that the dinner is ready, and the hostess invites everyone to the dining room with a smile on her face. Afterwards, we go in pairs under the leadership of the hostess according to etiquette Dining room.When entering the restaurant, the lights were also brilliant, and everyone was seated one after another. Mr. Thornton and Mrs. Hale sat on both sides of the long dining table, and I sat between Mr. Hale and Mr. Bell. Opposite me was Lennox gentlemen.The lawyer, Marguerite's suitor, was less talkative than I had imagined, he wasn't as eloquent or eloquent as the lawyer I had in mind, he just listened to the others all through dinner. Conversation, occasionally voicing one's own affirmation or negativity, the conversation at the dinner table revolved around the topic of the strike, because this topic was never tiresome in Milton, just like ordinary Englishmen were talking about the weather.

"Hamper, the man named Higgins from your factory asked the workers from my factory to have a meeting two days ago! Is there nothing you can do about him?" said one of the Lester brothers.

"Young man, I know what you said, but his matter is very difficult. If I simply fire him, the union will not sit still."

"Are you afraid of reprisals from the union and his workers? Poor Hamper! The strike is the greatest revenge they can take, what will they do?" said another Mr. Lester.

"Don't forget that my factory suffered the most in the last few strikes, and the machines were smashed by those workers!" Mr. Hamper was very excited, and the little Mr. Hamper next to him didn't seem to care about the atmosphere at the scene. Nor does he want to get involved in this discussion of his father's concerns, because it's mealtime and his mind is on the plate.

The weak Mr. Slixon seemed very tough: "If this upcoming strike ends in violence like the previous ones, I think we should have prepared earlier, with both police and thugs! What do you think What about father?"

"Although you are right, we must be gentle, my child, be gentle!" Old Slixon said something that sounded both against and in favor, but I could see that he was obviously in favor of "violence against violence", Although I knew what he meant by "gentle," Slickson was, as Nicholas told me, a cunning and obnoxious eel.

"God bless us from violence!" said Mr. Hale uneasily, and I looked at him approvingly, and I couldn't help saying, "Violence doesn't solve anything, it only makes things worse. Sit down and talk calmly, understand each other’s needs, and reach an agreement that satisfies both parties. I think the strike that everyone is worried about will no longer be a problem.” At this time, everyone’s eyes are on me, and it feels like What have I done wrong, apparently some of the gentlemen didn't agree with me, as if I was talking about something out of the blue.

"You're too young, miss! You're young!" said old Slickson regretfully.

"As a foreigner and a bystander, I think Ms. Addams's proposal has certain reference value." Mr. Lennox said at this time, "The final result of the strike is actually an agreement with the union, regardless of whether the strike is violent. It is still non-violent, but both the factory and the workers have suffered losses during this period. Therefore, it is better to have a negotiation at the beginning to save some time. It is better to negotiate a result in a few days than to go on strike for several weeks. It’s good to come up with a result. But then again, this is just my own idea, and please forgive me if what I said is not in line with the situation.” After listening to Mr. Lennox’s support for me, I suddenly felt An indescribable gratitude.

"I think so, time is money, gentlemen!" Mr. Bell agreed, and smiled at me.

Mrs. Thornton said at this moment: "Miss Addams is as insightful as ever, but I think the matter of strikes should be left to the gentlemen to consider-ah! The roast lamb is here, everyone must try this dish !” At this time, the male servant brought up a large plate of roasted lamb, and walked past everyone one by one, passing the dishes to everyone present.

"What do you think, John?" asked Hamper at the moment.

"Me?" Mr. Thornton has been listening to everyone's conversation, and has not expressed any opinions from the beginning. I hope he can stand by my side and wait for him to speak expectantly. We do not agree to use violence to control violence, we are factory owners and workers, not slave owners and slaves, as I said to Mr Slickson before the dinner, violence cannot fundamentally solve the problem."

"Then you agree with Miss Addams?" Mr. Slickson asked unconvinced.

"No! Of course not!" Mr. Thornton denied without hesitation and resolutely. His denial made my scalp shudder. "Not approving violence does not mean agreeing to compromise. Blindly negotiating will eventually become a cheap compromise. Slowly The local workers will feel that the factory’s compromise is justified. Human desires cannot be satisfied, and those workers will demand more and more, and it will be more and more difficult for us to satisfy their appetite. A factory is not an orphanage , The factory has only employers and employees, I pay the due wages, and they pay the due labor, there is no room for compromise.”

"I don't really understand, John, since you don't agree, what do you want to do?" Mr. Bell asked, and the question he asked was also what everyone present wanted to know.

"The workers in Milton want to go on strike. I can't stop it, and I won't compromise easily. I will hire Irish workers with cheaper wages to work in the factory." Mr. Thornton replied calmly.His answer won the overwhelming approval of the Leicester brothers. Mrs. Thornton was proud of her son's idea. The Slicksons looked hesitant, while Hamper was frowning and obviously disagreed, and I knew Thornton Serious Consequences for Irish Workers—in the novel this would lead to a serious worker uprising, and I hastily objected: "You can't do that, Mr. Thornton! Turn into a violent resistance and someone will die on strike, the worst thing you can do! The workers will do the house a disservice if you do!"

"Yes, John! I have to agree with Miss Addams now that if you hire Irish workers, you will piss them off, and the consequences will be disastrous!" said Hamper.

"Old Hamper, aren't you afraid of being called a coward?" the Lester brothers shouted in unison.

"I respect your point of view, Mr. Hamper! But I think all I want are working workers. No one can deprive others of their right to work. My approach is the best choice for the factory!" Mr. Thornton, though speaking to Hamper, had his eyes on me, and I, resentful of his obstinacy, avoided his eyes and pretended to speak to Mr. Lennox.

"Well, well, gentlemen! I think it's a bit heavy to always talk about the strike. After all, the workers haven't gone on strike. It's too early to talk about this. Why should we worry about something that hasn't happened now? What? I suggest that everyone should raise their glasses together to thank Mrs. Thornton for this exquisite dinner—by the way, madam, the lamb is delicious!" Mr. Bell raised his glass as he spoke, and everyone cheered for Mrs. Thornton. Cheers, to Milton, to the prosperity of Milton's factory.

Then everybody stopped talking about strikes and mills, thanks to Mr. Bell, and even Mr. Lennox—for he brought up the music, and complimented Miss Thornton that he had heard of Mr. Bell. Mentioned that she was a good pianist, and hoped he would be lucky enough to listen to it after dinner, even the Lester brothers were egging on.Miss Thornton, who had been bored for a long time, finally had a chance to show herself. She said that she was very happy to meet Mr. Lennox from London, and that she was ignorant and did not want to be embarrassed. Those "musicians" and "pianists" The title is just a compliment.

The second half of the dinner was relatively relaxed. Miss Thornton became the dominant focus, and even Mrs. Hale had a happy conversation with Mr. Bell. My heart gradually calmed down from my previous disappointment with Mr. Thornton. From time to time, I talked with everyone about topics such as the weather and food, but I didn't say a word to Mr. Thornton during the dinner.After dinner, Mr. Thornton and Mr. Bell went to talk in the study, and the others returned to the sitting-room.After several gentlemen's repeated requests, Miss Thornton finally sat in front of the piano, Mr. Lennox stood by the piano and helped Miss Thornton turn the music, and the Lester brothers competed for a seat closer to Miss Thornton's piano. I sat down in one place, and I chose a less conspicuous place near the window and far away from the piano. I also wanted to appreciate Miss Thornton's piano skills.When everything was arranged, Miss Thornton began to play Beethoven's "Moonlight".

Miss Thornton's piano sound is melodious, and her piano skills are indeed well-deserved. All the guests were intoxicated by this slightly sad piece. Still not satisfied, she asked Miss Thornton to play another piece, and Mrs. Thornton proudly said to her daughter that she was allowed to play another piece for everyone after a short break.

While everyone was surrounding Miss Thornton, Mr. Slickson Jr. came to me and chatted with me. He used "Moonlight Song" just now as an excuse, saying that I am as beautiful as the moonlight, and not only praised my America He had a nice accent, and he talked to me about American cotton—with a look I knew all too well when he said it, the other-minded look that a lot of guys give me after I've played in a bar.Later his father joined our conversation, and old Slickson talked about the prosperity of his factory and his love of cotton and farms, and expressed his hope that I could introduce his son to study with Mr. Hale, and Hope his son will visit me and Hale's.This is beyond the original novel's setting, and I began to realize what this other plan was--old Slixon wanted his son to marry me in order to get a profit in the cotton supply.The thought made me feel uncomfortable, but fortunately Miss Thornton began to play the next piece, and I was able to get rid of the entanglement of the worldly Slicksons and sit down beside Mrs. Hale.

Miss Thornton played and sang Mendelssohn's "On the Wings of Singing". Standing up next to the piano, she said, "Gentlemen, it's not fair. I can't let me show my shame alone. It's too embarrassing! Miss Addams is a singer. How about asking her to perform a song for us?" She said happily came to me, took my hand and said affectionately: "Cali, my good friend, you are too cunning, you always let these gentlemen tease me, your singing is a hundred times better than mine, we When we first met, you said that you like to sing, and I want to hear your American songs too!"

Now I am embarrassed, I can't sing the songs of this era at all, let alone have any accompaniment. Several gentlemen, including Mrs. Hale and Mrs. Thornton, showed a kind of curiosity and mischievously said: The Tet Brothers and the Slixens especially encouraged me with compliments, and asked me to do me the honor of singing a cappella for you all.I asked Mrs. Hale for help with my eyes, and she nodded slightly to express my encouragement, completely misunderstanding the meaning of my eyes.I had no choice but to agree to everyone's request. Miss Thornton was very happy and pulled me in front of everyone, and then returned to the place where I sat just now as if watching the excitement.

All right!All right!Now I can only show my ability as a singer. I stood in front of the piano and said, "Then I will make a fool of myself. What I want to sing is my favorite song. The name of the song is "The consequence of falling". I hope everyone like."

People applauded me as a sign of encouragement. I took a deep breath to get my whole body into the state, and then stabilized my breath. The melody of the song echoed in my mind. Following the familiar and beautiful melody, I sang up:

"Are you breathing What I'm brathing

(Is your breathing in sync with mine?)

Are your wishes The same as mine

(Are your expectations the same as mine?)

Are you needing What I'm needing

(Is what you need what I want?)

I'm waiting for a sign..."

(I'm waiting for a signal...)

At that moment, I saw Mr. Thornton enter the living room, he stood behind the crowd, met my eyes, and I suddenly realized who my song should be sung for.His handsome face, his stubbornness, his principledness, all seem to be displayed in my songs, like a kind of foreshadowing.

"... My hands stremble my hearts

(...my hands are shaking and my heart is aching,)

Isity you calling Isity you calling

(Are you calling me? Are you calling me?)

If I'malone in this I don't think I can face

(If I'm alone, I don't think I can face it,)

The consequence of falling

(Consequences of falling into it,)

The consequent offalling..."

(Consequences of falling into it...)

Now I can only use singing to express my feelings for him. How I hope he can understand the meaning of this singing, and how afraid I am that my feelings will be noticed by him, so that I will destroy the due relationship between him and Marguerite. marriage.In every sense, it is impossible for me to be with Mr. Thornton, and my emotions can only be kept to myself.I have always been contradictory, even this singing is also contradictory.

"...