CHAPTERI
IfithadnotrainedonacertainMay
aamuna
morningValancyStirling’swholelifewouldhavebeentäysin
entirelydifferent.Shewouldhavegone,
kanssa
withtherestofherclan,toTädin
AuntWellington’sengagementpicnicandDr.Trentwouldon
havegonetoMontreal.Butitdid
satoi
rainandyoushallhearwhattapahtui
happenedtoherbecauseofsen
it.Valancywakenedearly,inthelifeless,hopelesshourjustpreceding
aamunkoittoa
dawn.Shehadnotsleptverywell.
Onedoesnot
nukkua
sleepwell,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,ja
andunmarried,inacommunityja
andconnectionwheretheunmarriedareyksinkertaisesti
simplythosewhohavefailedtosaamaan
getaman.DeerwoodandtheStirlings
olivat
hadlongsincerelegatedValancytohopelessoldmaidenhood.Mutta
ButValancyherselfhadneverquiterelinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,littlehopeettä
thatRomancewouldcomeherwayyet—never,untilthiswet,horribleaamuna
morning,whenshewakenedtothefactettä
thatshewastwenty-nineandunsoughtbyanymies
man.Ay,therelaythesting.
Valancydidnotmindso
paljon
muchbeinganoldmaid.Afterall,she
ajatteli
thought,beinganoldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeingnaimisissa
marriedtoanUncleWellingtontai
oranUncleBenjamin,orjopa
evenanUncleHerbert.What
satutti
hurtherwasthatshehadkoskaan
neverhadachancetobemitään
anythingbutanoldmaid.Ei
Nomanhadeverdesiredhäntä
her.Thetearscameintohereyesasshelay
siellä
therealoneinthefaintlygreyingdarkness.She
uskaltanut
darednotletherselfcryaskovaa
hardasshewantedto,fortworeasons.Shewasafraid
että
thatcryingmightbringonanotherattackofettä
thatpainaroundtheheart.Shehadhada
loitsu
spellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherpahempi
worsethananyshehadhadvielä
yet.Andshewasafraidhermotherwould
huomaisi
noticeherredeyesatbreakfastja
andkeepatherwithminute,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthecausethereof.“Suppose,”
ajatteli
thoughtValancywithaghastlygrin,“Ivastasin
answeredwiththeplaintruth,‘Iamitken
cryingbecauseIcannotgetmarried.’Kuinka
HowhorrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamedjoka
everydayofherlifeofheroldmaiddaughter.”Mutta
Butofcourseappearancesshouldbepidettävä
keptup.“Itisnot,”Valancycould
kuuli
hearhermother’sprim,dictatorialäänen
voiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlytoajatella
thinkaboutmen.”Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshe
oli
hadasenseofhumourkukaan
nobodyinherclansuspected.Forthatmatter,therewereagood
monia
manythingsaboutValancythatkukaan
nobodysuspected.Butherlaughterwas
hyvin
verysuperficialandpresentlyshelaythere,ahuddled,futilelittlefigure,kuuntelemassa
listeningtotherainpouringdownulkona
outsideandwatching,withasickdistaste,thechill,mercilesslighthiipi
creepingintoherugly,sordidroom.She
tunsi
knewtheuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewitandhatedit.Theyellow-painted
lattia
floor,withonehideous,“hooked”matto
rugbythebed,withagroteski
grotesque,“hooked”dogonit,aina
alwaysgrinningatherwhensheawoke;thefaded,dark-red
paperi
paper;theceilingdiscolouredbyoldleaks
ja
andcrossedbycracks;the
kapea
narrow,pinchedlittlewashstand;thebrown-paperlambrequin
jossa
withpurplerosesonit;thespotted
vanha
oldlooking-glasswiththecrackpoikki
acrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;thejarofancientpotpourri
teki
madebyhermotherinhermythicalhoneymoon;theshell-coveredbox,with
yksi
oneburstcorner,whichCousinSticklesoli
hadmadeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;thebeadedpincushionwith
puolet
halfitsbeadfringegone;theone
jäykkä
stiff,yellowchair;thefaded
vanha
oldmotto,“Gonebutnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarnsaboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrimvanha
oldface;theoldphotographsofancientrelatives
kauan
longbanishedfromtheroomsbelow.Siellä
Therewereonlytwopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.Yksi
One,anoldchromoofakoiranpentu
puppysittingonarainydoorstep.That
kuva
picturealwaysmadeValancyunhappy.Thatforlorn
pieni
littledogcrouchedontheovella
doorstepinthedrivingrain!Miksi
Whydidn’tsomeoneopenthedoorja
andlethimin?Theother
kuva
picturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofKuningatar
QueenLouisecomingdownastairway,joka
whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlyantanut
givenheronhertenthsyntymäpäivä
birthday.Fornineteenyearsshe
oli
hadlookedatitandhatedsitä
it,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.Mutta
Butsheneverdareddestroyittai
orremoveit.Motherand
Serkku
CousinStickleswouldhavebeenaghast,tai
or,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherajatteli
thoughts,wouldhavehadafit.Everyroominthehousewasugly,ofcourse.
Mutta
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptupsomewhat.Therewas
ei
nomoneyforroomsnobodyevernähnyt
saw.Valancysometimesfeltthatshecould
olisi
havedonesomethingforherroomherself,vaikka
evenwithoutmoney,ifshewerepermitted.Mutta
ButhermotherhadnegativedeverytimidsuggestionandValancydidnotpersist.Valancy
koskaan
neverpersisted.Shewasafraidto.
Hermothercouldnotbrook
vastustusta
opposition.Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordays
jos
ifoffended,withtheairsofaninsultedduchess.The
ainoa
onlythingValancylikedaboutherroomwasettä
thatshecouldbealonesiellä
thereatnighttocryjos
ifshewantedto.But,afterall,whatdidit
väliä
matterifaroom,whichyoukäytit
usedfornothingexceptsleepingja
anddressingin,wereugly?Valancywas
koskaan
neverpermittedtostayaloneinherroomforanyotherpurpose.Ihmiset
Peoplewhowantedtobeyksin
alone,soMrs.FrederickStirlingja
andCousinSticklesbelieved,couldvain
onlywanttobealoneforsomesinisterpurpose.Mutta
ButherroomintheBlueCastlewaskaikki
everythingaroomshouldbe.Valancy,socowed
ja
andsubduedandoverriddenandsnubbedinreallife,waswonttooli
letherselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.Kukaan
NobodyintheStirlingclan,tai
oritsramifications,suspectedthis,vähiten
leastofallhermotherandSerkku
CousinStickles.Theyneverknew
että
thatValancyhadtwohomes—theruma
uglyredbrickboxofahome,onElmStreet,andtheSininen
BlueCastleinSpain.Valancy
oli
hadlivedspirituallyintheBlueCastleeversinceshecouldmuisti
remember.Shehadbeena
hyvin
verytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofsen
it.Always,whensheshuthereyes,shecould
näki
seeitplainly,withitsturretsandbannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,vasten
againstthesunsetskiesofafairandunknownmaan
land.Everythingwonderfulandbeautifulwasinthatcastle.
Jewelsthatqueens
saattoivat
mighthaveworn;robesofmoonlightand
tulen
fire;couchesofrosesandgold;
longflightsofshallow
marmori
marblesteps,withgreat,whiteurns,andwithslender,mist-cladmaidensmenivät
goingupanddownthem;courts,marble-pillared,whereshimmeringfountainsfell
ja
andnightingalessangamongthemyrtles;hallsofmirrorsthatreflected
vain
onlyhandsomeknightsandlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestofall,forjonka
whoseglancemendied.All
että
thatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthetoivo
hopeofgoingonadreamspreeatyöllä
night.Most,ifnotall,oftheStirlingswould
olisivat
havediedofhorroriftheyolisivat
hadknownhalfthethingsValancyteki
didinherBlueCastle.Foronethingshe
oli
hadquiteafewloversinit.Oh,
vain
onlyoneatatime.Onewhowooedherwithalltheromanticardouroftheageofchivalryand
voitti
wonherafterlongdevotionandmanydeedsofderring-do,andwasweddedtoherwithpompandcircumstanceinthegreat,banner-hungchapeloftheBlueCastle.Attwelve,
tämä
thisloverwasafairpoika
ladwithgoldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.Atfifteen,hewas
pitkä
tallanddarkandpale,mutta
butstillnecessarilyhandsome.Attwenty,hewasascetic,
unelmoiva
dreamy,spiritual.Attwenty-five,he
oli
hadaclean-cutjaw,slightlysynkkä
grim,andafacestrongja
andruggedratherthanhandsome.Valancy
koskaan
nevergrewolderthantwenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,mutta
butrecently—veryrecently—herherohadhadreddish,tawnyhiukset
hair,atwistedsmileandasalaperäinen
mysteriouspast.Idon’tsayValancydeliberately
murhasi
murderedtheseloversassheoutgrewthem.Yksi
Onesimplyfadedawayastoinen
anothercame.Thingsareveryconvenientinthis
suhteessa
respectinBlueCastles.But,onthis
aamuna
morningofherdayoffate,Valancycouldnotlöytänyt
findthekeyofherBlueCastle.Todellisuus
Realitypressedonhertoohardly,haukkui
barkingatherheelslikeamaddeningpieni
littledog.Shewastwenty-nine,
yksinäinen
lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—theonlyhomelytyttö
girlinahandsomeclan,withei
nopastandnofuture.As
pitkälle
farasshecouldlooktaaksepäin
back,lifewasdrabandcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimsontai
orpurplespotanywhere.As
pitkälle
farasshecouldlooketeenpäin
forwarditseemedcertaintobeaivan
justthesameuntilshewasmitään
nothingbutasolitary,littlewitheredlehti
leafclingingtoawintrybough.The
hetki
momentwhenawomanrealisesthatsheole
hasnothingtolivefor—neitherlove,duty,purposeeikä
norhope—holdsforherthekatkeruutta
bitternessofdeath.“AndIjust
on
havetogoonlivingkoska
becauseIcan’tstop.Imayhaveto
elää
liveeightyyears,”thoughtValancy,inakindofpanic.“We’re
kaikki
allhorriblylong-lived.Itsickensmeto
ajattelen
thinkofit.”Shewas
iloinen
gladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilytyytyväinen
satisfiedthatitwasraining.Therewouldbe
ei
nopicnicthatday.This
vuotuinen
annualpicnic,wherebyAuntandSetä
UncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablyjuhlivat
celebratedtheirengagementatapiknik
picnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,averitablepainajainen
nightmaretoValancy.Byanimpishcoincidenceitwasthesamedayasherbirthday
ja
and,aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,kukaan
nobodyletherforgetit.Paljon
Muchasshehatedgoingtothepicnic,itwouldkoskaan
neverhaveoccurredtohertorebelvastaan
againstit.Thereseemedtobe
mitään
nothingoftherevolutionaryinhernature.Ja
Andsheknewexactlywhateveryonewouldsanoisivat
saytoheratthepicnic.Setä
UncleWellington,whomshedislikedandhalveksi
despisedeventhoughhehadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”wouldsanoi
saytoherinapig’swhisper,“Notthinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”andthengooffintothebellowoflaughterwithwhichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
Täti
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldkertoi
tellheraboutOlive’snewchiffondressandCecil’slastdevotedletter.Valancywould
on
havetolookaspleasedja
andinterestedasifthedressja
andletterhadbeenhersorelseTäti
AuntWellingtonwouldbeoffended.Ja
AndValancyhadlongagopäättänyt
decidedthatshewouldratherloukkaisi
offendGodthanAuntWellington,sillä
becauseGodmightforgivehermutta
butAuntWellingtonneverwould.Täti
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,withanamiabletapana
habitofalwaysreferringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifheweretheainoa
onlymalecreatureintheworld,joka
whocouldneverforgetthatshehadbeenagreatbeautyinheryouth,wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.“Idon’t
tiedä
knowwhyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.Kun
WhenIwasagirlmyskinwasrosesja
andcream.IwascountedtheprettiestgirlinCanada,mydear.”
Ehkä
PerhapsUncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—orehkä
perhapshewouldremarkjocularly,“Howlihava
fatyou’regetting,Doss!”Andthen
kaikki
everybodywouldlaughovertheexcessivelyhumorousideaofpoor,scrawnypikku
littleDossgettingfat.Handsome,solemn
Setä
UncleJames,whomValancydislikedmutta
butrespectedbecausehewasreputedtobeveryälykäs
cleverandwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnonetooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—wouldluultavasti
probablyremarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmettä
thathadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rekiireinen
busywithyourhope-chestthesedays?”And
Setä
UncleBenjaminwouldasksomeofhisabominableconundrums,välillä
betweenwheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.“Whatisthe
eroa
differencebetweenDossandamouse?“The
hiiri
mousewishestoharmthecheeseja
andDosswishestocharmthehe’s.”Valancy
oli
hadheardhimaskthatriddlefiftytimesja
andeverytimeshewantedtoheittää
throwsomethingathim.Butshe
koskaan
neverdid.Inthefirstplace,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
inthesecondplace,
Setä
UncleBenjaminwasawealthyandchildlessvanha
oldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefearandadmonitionofhismoney.Jos
Ifsheoffendedhimhewouldcutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.Valancydidnot
halunnut
wanttobecutoutofUncleBenjamin’swill.Shehadbeenpoorallherlifeand
tunsi
knewthegallingbitternessofsen
it.Sosheenduredhisriddles
ja
andevensmiledtorturedlittlehymyili
smilesoverthem.AuntIsabel,downright
ja
anddisagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancyvoinut
couldnotpredictjusthow,forTäti
AuntIsabelneverrepeatedacriticism—shelöysi
foundsomethingnewwithwhichtojabyoueverytime.Täti
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,mutta
butdidn’tlikeitsowellkun
whenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughttohänelle
her.Valancyneversaidwhatshe
ajatteli
thought.CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamed
jälkeen
afterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesofallrelativesandfriendswhohadolivat kuolleet
diedsincethelastpicnicandihmetteli
wonder“whichofuswillbetheensimmäinen
firsttogonext.”Oppressivelycompetent,
Täti
AuntMildredwouldtalkendlesslyofherhusbandandherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,sillä
becauseValancywouldbetheonlyoneshecouldfindtoputupwithit.Forthesame
syystä
reason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladyskerran
onceremoved,accordingtothestrictwayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—apitkä
tall,thinladywhoadmittedsheoli
hadasensitivedisposition,wouldkuvaili
describeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.And
Olive
Olive,thewondergirlofthekoko
wholeStirlingclan,whohadkaikki
everythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—wouldnäytti
showoffherbeautyandpresumeonhersuosio
popularityandflauntherdiamondinsigniaofrakkaus
loveinValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.Therewouldbenoneofall
tätä
thistoday.Andtherewouldbe
ei
nopackingupofteaspoons.Thepackingupwas
aina
alwaysleftforValancyandSerkku
CousinStickles.Andonce,sixyears
sitten
ago,asilverteaspoonfromTädin
AuntWellington’sweddingsethadbeenkadonnut
lost.Valancyneverheardthe
viimeksi
lastofthatsilverteaspoon.Its
aave
ghostappearedBanquo-likeateverysubsequentfamilyfeast.Oh,yes,Valancy
tiesi
knewexactlywhatthepicnicwouldbelikeja
andsheblessedtherainthathadsavedherfromit.Therewouldbe
ei
nopicnicthisyear.If
Täti
AuntWellingtoncouldnotcelebrateonthepyhää
sacreddayitselfshewouldon
havenocelebrationatall.Thankwhatevergodstherewereforthat.
Koska
Sincetherewouldbenopicnic,Valancymadeuphermindettä
that,iftherainheldupintheiltapäivällä
afternoon,shewouldgouptothelibraryandgettoisen
anotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.Valancywasneverallowedto
lukea
readnovels,butJohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.Theywere“naturebooks”—sothe
kirjastonhoitaja
librariantoldMrs.FrederickStirling—“allaboutthewoodsja
andbirdsandbugsandthingslikethat,youknow.”SoValancywasallowedto
lukea
readthem—underprotest,foritwasonlytooselvää
evidentthatsheenjoyedthemtoomuch.Itwaspermissible,
jopa
evenlaudable,toreadtoimproveyourmindja
andyourreligion,butakirja
bookthatwasenjoyablewasvaarallinen
dangerous.Valancydidnotknowwhetherhermindwasbeing
parannettu
improvedornot;butshe
tunsi
feltvaguelythatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyearssitten
agolifemighthavebeenadifferentthingforhänelle
her.Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofaworldintowhichshemight
kerran
oncehaveentered,thoughtheovi
doorwasforeverbarredtohernyt
now.Itwasonlywithinthelast
vuoden
yearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,vaikka
thoughthelibrariantoldValancyettä
thathehadbeenawell-knownkirjailija
writerforseveralyears.“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancy
oli
hadasked.“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
täytyy
mustbeaCanadian,butei
nomoreinformationcanbeolla
had.Hispublisherswon’tsayaword.
QuitelikelyJohnFosterisanomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’t
pitää
keeptheminatall,vaikka
thoughIreallycan’tseewhatihmiset
peoplefindinthemtoraveover.”“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
sanoi
saidValancy,timidly.“Oh—well—”
MissClarkson
hymyili
smiledinapatronisingfashionettä
thatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’tsanoa
sayIcaremuchforbugsmyself.Mutta
ButcertainlyFosterseemstoknowallthereistoknowaboutthem.”Valancydidn’t
tiennyt
knowwhethershecaredmuchforbugsmyöskään
either.ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreaturesandinsectlifethatenthralledher.
Shecould
tuskin
hardlysaywhatitwas—sometantalisinghoukutteleva
lureofamysteryneverrevealed—somevihje
hintofagreatsecretvain
justalittlefurtheron—someheikko
faint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.Kyllä
Yes,shewouldgetauuden
newFosterbook.Itwasa
kuukausi
monthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sovarmasti
surelyMothercouldnotobject.Valancy
oli
hadreaditfourtimes—shetunsi
knewwholepassagesoffbyheart.And—she
melkein
almostthoughtshewouldgoja
andseeDr.Trentaboutthatqueerpainaroundthesydämen
heart.Ithadcomerather
usein
oftenlately,andthepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,nottospeakofanoccasionaldizzyhetki
momentandaqueershortnessofbreath.Mutta
Butcouldshegotoseehimwithoutkertomatta
tellinganyone?Itwasamostdaringthought.
Yksikään
NoneoftheStirlingseverconsultedadoctorilman
withoutholdingafamilycouncilandgettingUncleJames’approval.Then,they
menivät
wenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPort
PortLawrence,whohadmarriedToisen
SecondCousinAdelaideStirling.ButValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
And,besides,she
voinut
couldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmilesaway,ilman
withoutbeingtakenthere.Shedidnot
halunnut
wantanyonetoknowaboutherheart.Siellä
Therewouldbesuchafussmadeandeverymemberofthefamilywouldtulivat
comedownandtalkitoverandneuvoivat
adviseherandcautionherandvaroittivat
warnherandtellherhorribletalesofgreat-auntsandcousinsfortytimesremovedjotka
whohadbeen“justlikethat”and“droppeddeadilman
withoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”Täti
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshehadaina
alwayssaidDosslookedlikeagirlwhowouldhavehearttrouble—“sopinchedandpeakedalways”;ja
andUncleWellingtonwouldtakeitasapersonalinsult,kun
when“noStirlingeverhadheartdiseasebefore”;ja
andGeorgianawouldforebodeintäydellisesti
perfectlyaudibleasidesthat“poor,rakas
dearlittleDossisn’tlongforthisworld,I’mafraid”;and
Serkku
CousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,mysydämen
hearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatimpliednooneelsehadmitään
anybusinesseventohaveasydämen
heart;andOlive—Olivewouldmerely
näyttäisi
lookbeautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,asiftosanoen
say,“WhyallthisfussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDosskun
whenyouhaveme?”Valancy
tunsi
feltthatshecouldn’ttellkenellekään
anybodyunlessshehadto.She
tunsi
feltquitesuretherewasmitään
nothingatallseriouslywrongwithherheartandnotarvinnut
needofallthepotherthatwouldensuejos
ifshementionedit.Shewould
vain
justslipupquietlyandseeDr.Trentthatveryday.Asforhisbill,she
oli
hadthetwohundreddollarsthatherisänsä
fatherhadputinthebankforherthedayshewasborn.Shewasneverallowedto
käyttää
useeventheinterestofthis,mutta
butshewouldsecretlytakeoutenoughtomaksamaan
payDr.Trent.Dr.
Trentwasagruff,outspoken,absent-minded
vanha
oldfellow,buthewasarecognisedauthorityonheartdisease,vaikka
evenifhewereonlyageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.Dr.Trentwas
yli
overseventyandtherehadbeenrumoursettä
thathemeanttoretirepian
soon.NoneoftheStirlingclanhadevergonetohimsincehehadtold
Serkku
CousinGladys,tenyearsbefore,että
thatherneuritiswasallkuvitteellinen
imaginaryandthatsheenjoyedsen
it.Youcouldn’tpatroniseadoctor
joka
whoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionettä
thathewasaPresbyteriankun
whenalltheStirlingswenttotheAnglicanchurch.Luku
CHAPTERIIWhenCousinStickles
koputti
knockedatherdoor,Valancytiesi
knewitwashalf-pastsevenja
andshemustgetup.As
kauan
longasshecouldremember,Serkku
CousinStickleshadknockedatherdoorathalf-pastseitsemän
seven.CousinSticklesandMrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenupsinceseven,
mutta
butValancywasallowedtolieabedpuoli
halfanhourlongerbecauseofafamilytraditionthatshewasherkkä
delicate.Valancygotup,thoughshehatedgetting
ylös
upmorethismorningthanevershehadennen
before.