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CHAPTERI
Ifithadnotrainedon
un
acertainMaymorningValancyStirling’s
tout
wholelifewouldhavebeenentirelydifferent.
Shewouldhavegone,
avec
withtherestofherclan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpicnic
et
andDr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.
Mais
Butitdidrainandyoushall
entendrez
hearwhathappenedtoher
cause
becauseofit.
Valancywakenedearly,inthelifeless,hopelesshour
juste
justprecedingdawn.
Shehadnot
dormi
sleptverywell.
Onedoesnot
dort
sleepwell,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,
et
andunmarried,inacommunity
et
andconnectionwheretheunmarriedaresimply
ceux
thosewhohavefailedtogeta
homme
man.
DeerwoodandtheStirlingshad
longtemps
longsincerelegatedValancytohopelessoldmaidenhood.
Mais
ButValancyherselfhadnever
tout à fait
quiterelinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,
peu
littlehopethatRomancewould
viendrait
comeherwayyet—never,until
ce
thiswet,horriblemorning,whenshewakenedto
le
thefactthatshewastwenty-nine
et
andunsoughtbyanyman.
Ay,therelay
le
thesting.
Valancydidnotmindsomuchbeing
une
anoldmaid.
Afterall,she
pensait
thought,beinganoldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeing
mariée
marriedtoanUncleWellington
ou
oranUncleBenjamin,or
même
evenanUncleHerbert.
What
blessait
hurtherwasthatshe
eu
hadneverhadachancetobeanythingbutanoldmaid.
Aucun
Nomanhadeverdesiredher.
Les
Thetearscameintohereyesasshelaytherealonein
les
thefaintlygreyingdarkness.
Shedarednot
laisser
letherselfcryashardasshe
voulait
wantedto,fortworeasons.
Shewas
peur
afraidthatcryingmightbringon
autre
anotherattackofthatpain
autour
aroundtheheart.
Shehad
eu
hadaspellofit
après
aftershehadgotintobed—ratherworse
que
thananyshehadhadyet.
Et
Andshewasafraidher
mère
motherwouldnoticeherredeyesatbreakfast
et
andkeepatherwithminute,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregarding
la
thecausethereof.
“Suppose,”thoughtValancy
avec
withaghastlygrin,“I
répondu
answeredwiththeplaintruth,‘Iamcrying
parce que
becauseIcannotgetmarried.’HowhorrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamed
chaque
everydayofherlifeofheroldmaiddaughter.”
Mais
Butofcourseappearancesshouldbekeptup.
“Itisnot,”Valancy
pouvait
couldhearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlyto
penser
thinkaboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpression
faisait
madeValancylaugh—forshehad
un
asenseofhumournobodyinherclansuspected.
For
que
thatmatter,therewereagood
beaucoup
manythingsaboutValancythatnobodysuspected.
Mais
Butherlaughterwasverysuperficial
et
andpresentlyshelaythere,ahuddled,futilelittlefigure,listeningto
la
therainpouringdownoutside
et
andwatching,withasickdistaste,
la
thechill,mercilesslightcreepingintoherugly,sordidroom.
She
connaissait
knewtheuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewit
et
andhatedit.
Theyellow-paintedfloor,
avec
withonehideous,“hooked”rugby
le
thebed,withagrotesque,“hooked”
chien
dogonit,alwaysgrinningather
quand
whensheawoke;
thefaded,dark-redpaper;
le
theceilingdiscolouredbyoldleaks
et
andcrossedbycracks;
thenarrow,pinched
petit
littlewashstand;
thebrown-paperlambrequin
avec
withpurplerosesonit;
thespotted
vieux
oldlooking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;
le
thejarofancientpotpourri
fait
madebyhermotherinhermythicalhoneymoon;
la
theshell-coveredbox,withoneburstcorner,whichCousinStickleshadmadeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;
thebeadedpincushionwith
moitié
halfitsbeadfringegone;
la
theonestiff,yellowchair;
thefaded
vieux
oldmotto,“Gonebutnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarns
sur
aboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrimold
visage
face;
theoldphotographsofancientrelatives
longtemps
longbanishedfromtheroomsbelow.
Il
Therewereonlytwopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
One,an
vieux
oldchromoofapuppy
assis
sittingonarainydoorstep.
Thatpicture
toujours
alwaysmadeValancyunhappy.
Thatforlorn
petit
littledogcrouchedonthedoorstepinthedrivingrain!
Pourquoi
Whydidn’tsomeoneopen
la
thedoorandlethimin?
La
Theotherpicturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdownastairway,whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlygivenheronhertenthbirthday.
Fornineteenyearsshehadlookedatit
et
andhatedit,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.
Mais
Butsheneverdareddestroyit
ou
orremoveit.
MotherandCousinStickles
été
wouldhavebeenaghast,or,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,
été
wouldhavehadafit.
Everyroominthe
maison
housewasugly,ofcourse.
Mais
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptupsomewhat.
Il
Therewasnomoneyforroomsnobodyeversaw.
Valancy
parfois
sometimesfeltthatshecouldhave
faire
donesomethingforherroomherself,
même
evenwithoutmoney,ifshewerepermitted.
Mais
Buthermotherhadnegatived
chaque
everytimidsuggestionandValancydidnotpersist.
Valancy
jamais
neverpersisted.
Shewasafraid
de
to.
Hermothercouldnotbrookopposition.
Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordays
si
ifoffended,withtheairsofaninsultedduchess.
The
seule
onlythingValancylikedaboutherroomwas
que
thatshecouldbealone
y
thereatnighttocry
si
ifshewantedto.
But,
après
afterall,whatdiditmatter
si
ifaroom,whichyouusedfornothingexcept
dormir
sleepinganddressingin,wereugly?
Valancywas
jamais
neverpermittedtostayaloneinherroomforanyotherpurpose.
Gens
Peoplewhowantedtobealone,soMrs.FrederickStirling
et
andCousinSticklesbelieved,couldonlywanttobealoneforsomesinisterpurpose.
Mais
ButherroomintheBlueCastlewas
tout
everythingaroomshouldbe.
Valancy,socowed
et
andsubduedandoverriddenandsnubbedinreal
vie
life,waswonttoletherself
aller
gorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.
Nobodyin
le
theStirlingclan,oritsramifications,suspectedthis,leastofallher
mère
motherandCousinStickles.
They
jamais
neverknewthatValancyhad
deux
twohomes—theuglyredbrickboxofa
maison
home,onElmStreet,andtheBlueCastleinSpain.
Valancyhad
vécu
livedspirituallyintheBlueCastleever
depuis
sinceshecouldremember.
Shehadbeen
une
averytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofit.
Toujours
Always,whensheshuthereyes,she
pouvait
couldseeitplainly,withitsturrets
et
andbannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,
contre
againstthesunsetskiesofafair
et
andunknownland.
Everythingwonderful
et
andbeautifulwasinthatcastle.
Jewels
que
thatqueensmighthaveworn;
robesofmoonlight
et
andfire;
couchesofroses
et
andgold;
longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,
avec
withgreat,whiteurns,and
avec
withslender,mist-cladmaidensgoingup
et
anddownthem;
courts,marble-pillared,
où
whereshimmeringfountainsfellandnightingales
chantaient
sangamongthemyrtles;
hallsofmirrorsthatreflectedonlyhandsomeknights
et
andlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestof
toutes
all,forwhoseglancemen
mouraient
died.
Allthatsupportedherthrough
la
theboredomofherdayswas
la
thehopeofgoingona
rêver
dreamspreeatnight.
Most,
si
ifnotall,oftheStirlingswouldhave
morts
diedofhorroriftheyhad
su
knownhalfthethingsValancy
faites
didinherBlueCastle.
Foronethingshehadquiteafewloversinit.
Oh,onlyoneata
fois
time.
Onewhowooedher
avec
withalltheromanticardourof
la
theageofchivalryandwonher
après
afterlongdevotionandmanydeedsofderring-do,
et
andwasweddedtoher
avec
withpompandcircumstancein
la
thegreat,banner-hungchapelof
la
theBlueCastle.
Attwelve,
cet
thisloverwasafairlad
avec
withgoldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.
Atfifteen,hewastall
et
anddarkandpale,but
toujours
stillnecessarilyhandsome.
Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,hehadaclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,
et
andafacestrongandruggedrather
que
thanhandsome.
Valancynevergrewolderthantwenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,
mais
butrecently—veryrecently—herherohad
eu
hadreddish,tawnyhair,atwistedsmile
et
andamysteriouspast.
Idon’t
dis
sayValancydeliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrew
les
them.
Onesimplyfadedawayasanothercame.
Thingsare
très
veryconvenientinthisrespectinBlueCastles.
Mais
But,onthismorningofher
jour
dayoffate,Valancycouldnot
trouver
findthekeyofherBlueCastle.
Realitypressedonher
trop
toohardly,barkingatherheels
comme
likeamaddeninglittledog.
Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—the
seule
onlyhomelygirlinahandsomeclan,withno
passé
pastandnofuture.
Asfarasshe
pouvait
couldlookback,lifewasdrab
et
andcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimson
ou
orpurplespotanywhere.
As
loin
farasshecouldlookforwarditseemedcertaintobejust
le
thesameuntilshewas
rien
nothingbutasolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingto
une
awintrybough.
Themomentwhen
une
awomanrealisesthatshe
devoir
hasnothingtolivefor—neither
amour
love,duty,purposenorhope—holdsforherthebitternessof
mort
death.
“AndIjusthavetogoon
vivre
livingbecauseIcan’tstop.
I
pourrais
mayhavetoliveeightyyears,”
pensa
thoughtValancy,inakindofpanic.
“We’re
tous
allhorriblylong-lived.
Itsickensmeto
penser
thinkofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedthatitwasraining.
Il
Therewouldbenopicnic
que
thatday.
Thisannualpicnic,wherebyAunt
et
andUncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtofthemin
que
thatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementat
un
apicnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,
un
averitablenightmaretoValancy.
By
une
animpishcoincidenceitwasthe
même
samedayasherbirthday
et
and,aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,nobody
laissait
letherforgetit.
Muchasshe
déteste
hatedgoingtothepicnic,it
aller
wouldneverhaveoccurredtohertorebel
contre
againstit.
Thereseemedtobe
rien
nothingoftherevolutionaryinhernature.
Et
Andsheknewexactlywhateveryonewould
dirait
saytoheratthepicnic.
UncleWellington,whomshedisliked
et
anddespisedeventhoughhehadfulfilled
la
thehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”would
disait
saytoherinapig’swhisper,“Not
pensez
thinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”
et
andthengooffinto
le
thebellowoflaughterwithwhichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldtellheraboutOlive’snewchiffondress
et
andCecil’slastdevotedletter.
Valancy
été
wouldhavetolookaspleased
et
andinterestedasifthedress
et
andletterhadbeenhersorelseAuntWellington
été
wouldbeoffended.
AndValancyhad
longtemps
longagodecidedthatshewouldratheroffend
Dieu
GodthanAuntWellington,because
Dieu
GodmightforgiveherbutAuntWellington
jamais
neverwould.
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,
avec
withanamiablehabitof
toujours
alwaysreferringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifhewerethe
seule
onlymalecreatureinthe
monde
world,whocouldneverforgetthatshehadbeenagreatbeautyinheryouth,
été
wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.
“Idon’t
sais
knowwhyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.
Quand
WhenIwasagirlmyskinwasroses
et
andcream.
Iwascounted
la
theprettiestgirlinCanada,mydear.”
Peut-être
PerhapsUncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—or
peut-être
perhapshewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”
Et
Andtheneverybodywouldlaughover
le
theexcessivelyhumorousideaof
pauvre
poor,scrawnylittleDossgettingfat.
Handsome,solemn
Oncle
UncleJames,whomValancydisliked
mais
butrespectedbecausehewasreputedtobe
très
verycleverandwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnone
trop
tooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—would
probablement
probablyremarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmthathadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusy
avec
withyourhope-chestthesedays?”
Et
AndUncleBenjaminwouldask
certaines
someofhisabominableconundrums,
entre
betweenwheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.
“Whatis
la
thedifferencebetweenDossand
une
amouse?
“Themousewishestoharmthecheese
et
andDosswishestocharmthehe’s.”
Valancyhad
entendu
heardhimaskthatriddlefiftytimes
et
andeverytimeshewantedtothrow
quelque chose
somethingathim.
Butshe
jamais
neverdid.
Inthefirst
lieu
place,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
in
la
thesecondplace,UncleBenjaminwas
un
awealthyandchildlessoldwidower
et
andValancyhadbeenbroughtupin
la
thefearandadmonitionofhis
argent
money.
Ifsheoffendedhimhewouldcutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.
Valancydidnot
voulait
wanttobecutoutofUncleBenjamin’swill.
Shehadbeen
pauvre
poorallherlifeand
connaissait
knewthegallingbitternessofit.
Sosheenduredhisriddles
et
andevensmiledtorturedlittlesmiles
sur
overthem.
AuntIsabel,downright
et
anddisagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancy
pouvait
couldnotpredictjusthow,forAuntIsabel
jamais
neverrepeatedacriticism—shefound
quelque chose
somethingnewwithwhichtojabyou
chaque
everytime.
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,
mais
butdidn’tlikeitsowell
quand
whenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughttoher.
Valancy
jamais
neversaidwhatshethought.
CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamedafterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesof
tous
allrelativesandfriendswhohad
décédés
diedsincethelastpicnic
et
andwonder“whichofus
été
willbethefirstto
partir
gonext.”
Oppressivelycompetent,AuntMildredwould
parlait
talkendlesslyofherhusband
et
andherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,
parce que
becauseValancywouldbetheonlyoneshe
pourrait
couldfindtoputupwithit.
Forthe
même
samereason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladysonceremoved,accordingtothestrict
façon
wayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thinladywhoadmittedshe
avoir
hadasensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.
Et
AndOlive,thewondergirlofthewholeStirlingclan,
qui
whohadeverythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—wouldshowoffherbeauty
et
andpresumeonherpopularity
et
andflauntherdiamondinsigniaof
amour
loveinValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.
Il
Therewouldbenoneof
tout
allthistoday.
Andtherewouldbe
pas
nopackingupofteaspoons.
Thepackingupwas
toujours
alwaysleftforValancyandCousinStickles.
Et
Andonce,sixyearsago,
une
asilverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’sweddingsethadbeenlost.
Valancy
jamais
neverheardthelastofthatsilverteaspoon.
ItsghostappearedBanquo-likeat
chaque
everysubsequentfamilyfeast.
Oh,
oui
yes,Valancyknewexactlywhatthepicnicwouldbelike
et
andsheblessedtherainthathadsavedherfromit.
Il
Therewouldbenopicnic
cette
thisyear.
IfAuntWellington
pouvait
couldnotcelebrateonthesacred
jour
dayitselfshewouldhave
pas
nocelebrationatall.
Thankwhatevergodstherewereforthat.
Sincethere
irait
wouldbenopicnic,Valancymadeuphermind
que
that,iftherainheldupin
la
theafternoon,shewouldgoupto
la
thelibraryandgetanotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.
Valancywas
jamais
neverallowedtoreadnovels,
mais
butJohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.
Theywere“naturebooks”—sothelibrarian
dit
toldMrs.FrederickStirling—“allaboutthewoods
et
andbirdsandbugsandthings
comme
likethat,youknow.”
SoValancywasallowedto
lire
readthem—underprotest,foritwasonly
trop
tooevidentthatsheenjoyedthem
trop
toomuch.
Itwaspermissible,evenlaudable,to
lire
readtoimproveyourmind
et
andyourreligion,buta
livre
bookthatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.
Valancydidnot
savait
knowwhetherhermindwasbeingimproved
ou
ornot;
butshefeltvaguely
que
thatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyearsago
vie
lifemighthavebeenadifferentthingforher.
Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofa
monde
worldintowhichshemightoncehaveentered,though
la
thedoorwasforeverbarredtoher
maintenant
now.
Itwasonlywithinthe
dernière
lastyearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,thoughthelibrarian
dit
toldValancythathehadbeen
un
awell-knownwriterforseveralyears.
“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhad
demandé
asked.
“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
doit
mustbeaCanadian,but
pas
nomoreinformationcanbe
doit
had.
Hispublisherswon’tsay
un
aword.
QuitelikelyJohnFosteris
un
anomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’t
garder
keeptheminatall,
si
thoughIreallycan’tseewhat
gens
peoplefindinthemtoraveover.”
“I
pense
thinkthey’rewonderful,”saidValancy,timidly.
“Oh—well—”
Mlle
MissClarksonsmiledinapatronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’t
dire
sayIcaremuchforbugsmyself.
Mais
ButcertainlyFosterseemsto
savoir
knowallthereisto
savoir
knowaboutthem.”
Valancydidn’t
savait
knowwhethershecaredmuchforbugseither.
ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
et
andinsectlifethatenthralledher.
She
pouvait
couldhardlysaywhatitwas—sometantalisinglureof
un
amysteryneverrevealed—somehintof
un
agreatsecretjusta
peu
littlefurtheron—somefaint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.
Oui
Yes,shewouldgeta
nouveau
newFosterbook.
Itwas
un
amonthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sosurelyMother
pouvait
couldnotobject.
Valancyhad
lu
readitfourtimes—sheknewwholepassagesoffby
cœur
heart.
And—shealmostthoughtshewouldgo
et
andseeDr.Trentaboutthatqueerpain
autour
aroundtheheart.
Ithad
venu
comeratheroftenlately,and
les
thepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,notto
parler
speakofanoccasionaldizzymoment
et
andaqueershortnessofbreath.
Mais
Butcouldshegoto
voir
seehimwithouttellinganyone?
Itwas
une
amostdaringthought.
NoneoftheStirlingseverconsulted
un
adoctorwithoutholdinga
famille
familycouncilandgettingUncleJames’approval.
Then,they
allés
wenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,
qui
whohadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.
Mais
ButValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
Et
And,besides,shecouldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmilesaway,
sans
withoutbeingtakenthere.
Shedidnot
voulait
wantanyonetoknowabouther
cœur
heart.
Therewouldbesuch
un
afussmadeandeverymemberofthe
famille
familywouldcomedownand
parlaient
talkitoverandadviseher
et
andcautionherandwarnher
et
andtellherhorribletalesofgreat-aunts
et
andcousinsfortytimesremovedwhohadbeen“just
comme
likethat”and“droppeddead
sans
withoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshehad
toujours
alwayssaidDosslookedlike
une
agirlwhowouldhavehearttrouble—“sopinched
et
andpeakedalways”;
andUncleWellingtonwould
prendrait
takeitasapersonalinsult,when“noStirlingever
eu
hadheartdiseasebefore”;
andGeorgianawouldforebodeinperfectlyaudibleasides
que
that“poor,dearlittleDossisn’t
longtemps
longforthisworld,I’mafraid”;
et
andCousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,my
cœur
hearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatimpliednooneelse
avoir
hadanybusinessevento
avoir
haveaheart;
andOlive—Olivewouldmerelylook
belle
beautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,asifto
dire
say,“Whyallthisfuss
sur
overafadedsuperfluitylikeDoss
quand
whenyouhaveme?”
Valancyfeltthatshecouldn’t
dire
tellanybodyunlessshehad
à
to.
Shefeltquitesuretherewas
rien
nothingatallseriouslywrong
avec
withherheartandno
besoin
needofallthepother
qui
thatwouldensueifshementionedit.
Shewouldjustslipupquietly
et
andseeDr.Trentthatveryday.
Asforhisbill,shehadthe
deux
twohundreddollarsthather
père
fatherhadputinthebankforherthe
jour
dayshewasborn.
Shewas
jamais
neverallowedtouseeven
le
theinterestofthis,butshe
été
wouldsecretlytakeoutenoughto
payer
payDr.Trent.
Dr.
Trentwasagruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,
mais
buthewasarecognisedauthorityonheartdisease,
même
evenifhewereonlyageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.
Dr.Trentwasoverseventy
et
andtherehadbeenrumoursthathemeanttoretire
bientôt
soon.
NoneoftheStirlingclanhadevergonetohim
depuis
sincehehadtoldCousinGladys,
dix
tenyearsbefore,thatherneuritiswasallimaginary
et
andthatsheenjoyedit.
Youcouldn’tpatronisea
médecin
doctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removed
comme
likethat—nottomentionthathewasaPresbyterian
quand
whenalltheStirlingswentto
les
theAnglicanchurch.
CHAPTERII
Quand
WhenCousinSticklesknockedather
porte
door,Valancyknewitwashalf-pastseven
et
andshemustgetup.
As
longtemps
longasshecouldremember,CousinStickleshadknockedather
porte
doorathalf-pastseven.
CousinStickles
et
andMrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenup
depuis
sinceseven,butValancywasallowedtolieabed
demi
halfanhourlongerbecauseofafamilytraditionthatshewasdelicate.
Valancygotup,thoughshe
déteste
hatedgettingupmorethis
matin
morningthanevershehadbefore.