CHAPTERI
Ifithadnot
padał
rainedonacertainMayranka
morningValancyStirling’swholelifewouldhavebeenzupełnie
entirelydifferent.Shewouldhave
poszłaby
gone,withtherestofherklanu
clan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpiknik
picnicandDr.Trentwouldhaveposzłaby
gonetoMontreal.Butitdid
deszcz
rainandyoushallhearwhathappenedtoherbecauseofit.Valancywakened
wcześnie
early,inthelifeless,hopelesshourjustprecedingdawn.Shehadnot
spała
sleptverywell.Onedoesnot
śpi
sleepwell,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,i
andunmarried,inacommunityi
andconnectionwheretheunmarriedarepo prostu
simplythosewhohavefailedtogetaman.Deerwood
i
andtheStirlingshadlongod
sincerelegatedValancytohopelessoldmaidenhood.Ale
ButValancyherselfhadneverquitezrezygnowała
relinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,littlenadziei
hopethatRomancewouldcomeherdrogę
wayyet—never,untilthiswet,horribleranka
morning,whenshewakenedtothefaktem
factthatshewastwenty-ninei
andunsoughtbyanyman.Ay,
tam
therelaythesting.Valancydidnotmindsomuchbeinganoldmaid.
Afterall,she
pomyślała
thought,beinganoldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasstraszne
dreadfulasbeingmarriedtoanWujka
UncleWellingtonoranUncleBenjamin,lub
orevenanUncleHerbert.Whathurtherwas
że
thatshehadneverhadachancetobeanythingbutto
anoldmaid.Nomanhadeverdesired
jej
her.Thetearscameintohereyesasshe
leżała
laytherealoneinthesłabo
faintlygreyingdarkness.Shedarednotletherself
płakać
cryashardasshewantedto,fordwóch
tworeasons.Shewasafraid
że
thatcryingmightbringonkolejny
anotherattackofthatpainwokół
aroundtheheart.Shehad
miała
hadaspellofitpo
aftershehadgotintobed—rathergorsze
worsethananyshehadmiała
hadyet.Andshewasafraidher
matka
motherwouldnoticeherredeyesatbreakfasti
andkeepatherwithminute,uporczywe
persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthecausethereof.“Suppose,”
pomyślał
thoughtValancywithaghastlygrin,“Iansweredwiththeplaintruth,‘Iamcryingbo
becauseIcannotgetmarried.’Jak
HowhorrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamedkażdego
everydayofherlifeofheroldmaiddaughter.”Ale
Butofcourseappearancesshouldbekeptup.“Itisnot,”Valancycould
usłyszeć
hearhermother’sprim,dictatorialgłos
voiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlytomyśleć
thinkaboutmen.”Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshe
miała
hadasenseofhumournobodyinherclanpodejrzewał
suspected.Forthatmatter,therewereagood
wiele
manythingsaboutValancythatnikt nie
nobodysuspected.Butherlaughterwas
bardzo
verysuperficialandpresentlysheleżała
laythere,ahuddled,futilemała
littlefigure,listeningtotherainpouringdownzewnątrz
outsideandwatching,withasickdistaste,thechill,mercilesslightcreepingintoherugly,sordidroom.She
znała
knewtheuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewiti
andhatedit.Theyellow-paintedfloor,
z
withonehideous,“hooked”rugbythełóżku
bed,withagrotesque,“hooked”psem
dogonit,alwaysgrinningatherkiedy
whensheawoke;thefaded,dark-redpaper;
the
sufit
ceilingdiscolouredbyoldleaksi
andcrossedbycracks;the
wąska
narrow,pinchedlittlewashstand;thebrown-paperlambrequin
z
withpurplerosesonit;thespotted
stare
oldlooking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;the
słoik
jarofancientpotpourrimadebyhermatkę
motherinhermythicalhoneymoon;theshell-covered
pudełko
box,withoneburstcorner,które
whichCousinStickleshadmadeinherrównie
equallymythicalgirlhood;thebeadedpincushion
z
withhalfitsbeadfringegone;the
jedno
onestiff,yellowchair;thefaded
stare
oldmotto,“Gonebutnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarnso
aboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrimoldtwarzy
face;theoldphotographsof
starożytnych
ancientrelativeslongbanishedfromtheroomsponiżej
below.Therewereonlytwopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
Jeden
One,anoldchromoofapuppysittingonarainyprogu
doorstep.ThatpicturealwaysmadeValancy
nieszczęśliwy
unhappy.Thatforlornlittledogcrouchedon
ten
thedoorstepinthedrivingrain!Dlaczego
Whydidn’tsomeoneopenthedrzwi
doorandlethimin?Theother
obraz
picturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdownastairway,które
whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlydał
givenheronhertenthurodziny
birthday.Fornineteenyearsshehadlookedatit
i
andhatedit,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.Ale
Butsheneverdareddestroyitorusunąć
removeit.MotherandCousinStickleswould
miałby
havebeenaghast,or,asValancyirreverentlywyraził
expresseditinherthoughts,wouldmiałby
havehadafit.Everyroominthe
domu
housewasugly,ofcourse.Ale
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptupsomewhat.Therewasnomoneyforroomsnobodyever
widział
saw.Valancysometimesfeltthatshecouldhavedone
coś
somethingforherroomherself,nawet
evenwithoutmoney,ifshewerepermitted.Ale
Buthermotherhadnegativedeverytimidsuggestiona
andValancydidnotpersist.Valancy
nigdy nie
neverpersisted.Shewasafraidto.
Her
matka
mothercouldnotbrookopposition.Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordays
jeśli
ifoffended,withtheairsofaninsultedduchess.TheonlythingValancylikedaboutherroomwas
że
thatshecouldbealonetam
thereatnighttocryjeśli
ifshewantedto.But,afterall,whatdiditmatter
jeśli
ifaroom,whichyouusedfornothingoprócz
exceptsleepinganddressingin,wereugly?Valancywas
nigdy nie
neverpermittedtostayaloneinherroomforżadnego
anyotherpurpose.Peoplewhowantedtobealone,soMrs.FrederickStirling
i
andCousinSticklesbelieved,couldtylko
onlywanttobealoneforsomesinistercelu
purpose.ButherroomintheBlue
Zamku
Castlewaseverythingaroomshouldbe.Valancy,socowed
i
andsubduedandoverriddenandsnubbedinreallife,waswonttoletherselfgoraczej
rathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.NobodyintheStirlingclan,oritsramifications,
podejrzewał
suspectedthis,leastofallhermatka
motherandCousinStickles.They
nigdy nie
neverknewthatValancyhaddwa
twohomes—theuglyredbrickpudełko
boxofahome,onElmStreet
Street,andtheBlueCastleinSpain.Valancyhad
żyła
livedspirituallyintheBlueZamku
Castleeversinceshecouldremember.Shehadbeena
bardzo
verytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofit.Zawsze
Always,whensheshuthereyes,shecouldwidziała
seeitplainly,withitsturretsi
andbannersonthepine-cladgóry
mountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,againstthesunsetskiesofafairi
andunknownland.Everythingwonderful
i
andbeautifulwasinthatzamku
castle.Jewelsthatqueensmighthaveworn;
robesofmoonlight
i
andfire;couchesofroses
i
andgold;longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,withgreat,whiteurns,
i
andwithslender,mist-cladmaidensgoinggórę
upanddownthem;courts,marble-pillared,
gdzie
whereshimmeringfountainsfellandnightingalesśpiewały
sangamongthemyrtles;hallsofmirrors
które
thatreflectedonlyhandsomeknightsi
andlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestofall,forwhoseglancemendied.All
że
thatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthehopeofpójdzie
goingonadreamspreeatnocy
night.Most,ifnotall,oftheStirlingswouldhavediedofhorror
jeśli
iftheyhadknownhalfthethingsValancyzrobiła
didinherBlueCastle.Foronethingshe
miała
hadquiteafewloversinit.Oh,
tylko
onlyoneatatime.One
który
whowooedherwithallten
theromanticardouroftheageofchivalryi
andwonherafterlongdevotioni
andmanydeedsofderring-do,i
andwasweddedtoherwithpompi
andcircumstanceinthegreat,banner-hungchapeloften
theBlueCastle.Attwelve,
ten
thisloverwasafairladze
withgoldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.Atfifteen,hewas
wysoki
tallanddarkandpale,ale
butstillnecessarilyhandsome.Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,he
miał
hadaclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,andafacestrongandruggedratherthanhandsome.Valancy
nigdy nie
nevergrewolderthantwenty-fiveinherBlueZamku
Castle,butrecently—veryrecently—herheromiała
hadhadreddish,tawnyhair,atwisteduśmiech
smileandamysteriouspast.Idon’tsayValancy
celowo
deliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrewich
them.Onesimplyfadedawayasanothercame.
Thingsare
bardzo
veryconvenientinthisrespectinBlueCastles.Ale
But,onthismorningofherdniu
dayoffate,Valancycouldnotznaleźć
findthekeyofherBlueZamku
Castle.Realitypressedonher
zbyt
toohardly,barkingatherheelsjak
likeamaddeninglittledog.Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—theonlyhomely
dziewczyna
girlinahandsomeclan,withbez
nopastandnofuture.Asfarasshecould
patrzeć
lookback,lifewasdrabi
andcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimsonlub
orpurplespotanywhere.Asfarasshecould
patrzeć
lookforwarditseemedcertaintobejustthesameuntilshewasniczym
nothingbutasolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingtoawintrybough.Themomentwhena
kobieta
womanrealisesthatshehasnothingtożyć
livefor—neitherlove,duty,purposeani
norhope—holdsforherthebitternessofśmierci
death.“AndIjusthavetogoonliving
bo
becauseIcan’tstop.I
może
mayhavetoliveeightyyears,”pomyślał
thoughtValancy,inakindofpanic.“We’reall
strasznie
horriblylong-lived.Itsickensmeto
myślę
thinkofit.”Shewasgladitwasraining—or
raczej
rather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedże
thatitwasraining.Therewouldbenopicnicthat
dnia
day.Thisannualpicnic,whereby
Ciotka
AuntandUncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablyświętowali
celebratedtheirengagementatapiknik
picnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,averitablenightmaretoValancy.Byanimpish
zbieg okoliczności
coincidenceitwasthesamedzień
dayasherbirthdayand,po
aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,nikt nie
nobodyletherforgetit.Muchasshe
nienawidziła
hatedgoingtothepicnic,itwouldnigdy nie
neverhaveoccurredtohertorebelprzeciwko
againstit.Thereseemedtobe
nic
nothingoftherevolutionaryinhernature.I
Andsheknewexactlywhateveryonewouldpowie
saytoheratthepicnic.Wujek
UncleWellington,whomshedislikedi
anddespisedeventhoughhehadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”wouldsaytoherinapig’swhisper,“Notmyślę
thinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”a
andthengooffintothebellowoflaughterwithwhichheinvariablyconcludedhisnudne
dullremarks.AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldtellher
o
aboutOlive’snewchiffondressi
andCecil’slastdevotedletter.Valancywouldhaveto
wyglądać
lookaspleasedandinterestedasifthesukienka
dressandletterhadbeenhersorelseCiotka
AuntWellingtonwouldbeoffended.A
AndValancyhadlongagozdecydowała
decidedthatshewouldratherobrazić
offendGodthanAuntWellington,bo
becauseGodmightforgiveherale
butAuntWellingtonneverwould.Ciotka
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,withanamiablehabitofzawsze
alwaysreferringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifhewerethejedynym
onlymalecreatureintheświecie
world,whocouldneverforgetthatshehadbeenagreatbeautyinhermłodości
youth,wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskórze
skin—.“Idon’tknowwhy
wszystkie
allthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.Kiedy
WhenIwasagirlmyskóra
skinwasrosesandcream.IwascountedtheprettiestgirlinCanada,mydear.”
Może
PerhapsUncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—ormoże
perhapshewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”A
Andtheneverybodywouldlaughoverthenadmiernie
excessivelyhumorousideaofpoor,scrawnymały
littleDossgettingfat.Handsome,solemn
Wujek
UncleJames,whomValancydislikedale
butrespectedbecausehewasreputedtobebardzo
verycleverandwasthereforetheklanu
clanoracle—brainsbeingnonetooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—wouldprawdopodobnie
probablyremarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmthatmiał
hadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rezajęty
busywithyourhope-chestthesedays?”And
Wujek
UncleBenjaminwouldasksomeofhisabominableconundrums,między
betweenwheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.“Whatisthe
różnica
differencebetweenDossandamyszą
mouse?“Themousewishesto
zaszkodzić
harmthecheeseandDosswishestocharmthehe’s.”Valancyhad
słyszała
heardhimaskthatriddlefiftytimesi
andeverytimeshewantedtorzucić
throwsomethingathim.Butshenever
zrobiła
did.Inthefirstplace,theStirlings
po prostu
simplydidnotthrowthings;inthe
po drugie
secondplace,UncleBenjaminwasawealthyandchildlessoldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtsię
upinthefearandadmonitionofhismoney.Jeśli
Ifsheoffendedhimhewouldwyciął
cutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.Valancydidnotwanttobecutoutof
Wujka
UncleBenjamin’swill.Shehadbeenpoorallherlife
i
andknewthegallingbitternessofit.Soshe
znosiła
enduredhisriddlesandevensmiledtorturedlittlesmilesovernich
them.AuntIsabel,downrightanddisagreeableasaneast
wiatr
wind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancycouldnotprzewidzieć
predictjusthow,forAuntIsabelnigdy nie
neverrepeatedacriticism—shefoundcoś
somethingnewwithwhichtojabyoueverytime.Ciocia
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,ale
butdidn’tlikeitsowellgdy
whenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughttojej
her.Valancyneversaidwhatshe
myśli
thought.CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,
którzy
whohadbeennamedafterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesofallrelativesandfriendsktórzy
whohaddiedsincethelastpicnicandwonder“whichofusbędzie
willbethefirsttogonext.”Oppressivelycompetent,
Ciotka
AuntMildredwouldtalkendlesslyofherhusbandi
andherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,ponieważ
becauseValancywouldbethejedynym
onlyoneshecouldfindtoputupwithto
it.Forthesamereason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladys
raz
onceremoved,accordingtothestrictwayinktóra
whichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thindama
ladywhoadmittedshehadawrażliwe
sensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.AndOlive,thewonder
dziewczyna
girlofthewholeStirlingklanu
clan,whohadeverythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularność
popularity,love,—wouldshowoffherpiękno
beautyandpresumeonherpopularność
popularityandflauntherdiamondinsigniaofmiłość
loveinValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.Nie
Therewouldbenoneofalltego
thistoday.Andtherewouldbenopackingupofteaspoons.
Thepackingupwas
zawsze
alwaysleftforValancyandCousinStickles.I
Andonce,sixyearsago,asilverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’sweddingzestawu
sethadbeenlost.Valancy
nigdy nie
neverheardthelastofthatsilverteaspoon.Its
duch
ghostappearedBanquo-likeateverysubsequentfamilyfeast.Oh,
tak
yes,Valancyknewexactlywhatthepiknik
picnicwouldbelikeandsheblessedthedeszcz
rainthathadsavedherfromit.Therewouldbenopicnic
tym
thisyear.IfAuntWellingtoncouldnot
świętować
celebrateonthesacreddayitselfshewouldmiałaby
havenocelebrationatall.Thankwhatevergodstherewereforthat.
Ponieważ
Sincetherewouldbenopicnic,Valancymadesię
uphermindthat,ifthedeszcz
rainheldupinthepo południu
afternoon,shewouldgouptothebiblioteki
libraryandgetanotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.Valancywas
nigdy nie
neverallowedtoreadnovels,ale
butJohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.Theywere“naturebooks”—sothelibrariantoldMrs.FrederickStirling—“all
o
aboutthewoodsandbirdsi
andbugsandthingslikethat,youknow.”SoValancywasallowedto
przeczytać
readthem—underprotest,foritwasonlyzbyt
tooevidentthatsheenjoyedthemzbyt
toomuch.Itwaspermissible,
nawet
evenlaudable,toreadtoimproveyourmindandyourreligii
religion,butabookthatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.Valancydidnot
wiedziała
knowwhetherhermindwasbeingimprovedornot;ale
butshefeltvaguelythatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyearsagolifemighthavebeenadifferentthingforniej
her.Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofaworldinto
który
whichshemightoncehaveentered,chociaż
thoughthedoorwasforeverbarredtoherteraz
now.Itwasonlywithinthelast
roku
yearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,chociaż
thoughthelibrariantoldValancyże
thathehadbeenawell-knownwriterforseveralyears.“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhad
zapytał
asked.“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
musi
mustbeaCanadian,butnie
nomoreinformationcanbema
had.Hispublisherswon’tsaya
słowa
word.QuitelikelyJohnFosterisanomdeplume.
Hisbooksareso
popularne
popularwecan’tkeeptheminatall,chociaż
thoughIreallycan’tseewhatpeoplefindinthemtoraveover.”“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
powiedział
saidValancy,timidly.“Oh—well—”
MissClarksonsmiledinapatronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionsto
limbo
limbo,“Ican’tsayIcaremuchforbugsmyself.Ale
ButcertainlyFosterseemstowiedzieć
knowallthereistowiedzieć
knowaboutthem.”Valancydidn’t
wiedziała
knowwhethershecaredmuchforbugseither.ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
i
andinsectlifethatenthralledher.Shecouldhardly
powiedzieć
saywhatitwas—sometantalisinglureofamysteryneverrevealed—somewskazówka
hintofagreatsecrettylko
justalittlefurtheron—somesłabe
faint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.Tak
Yes,shewouldgetanewFosterbook.Itwasa
miesiąc
monthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sopewnością
surelyMothercouldnotobject.Valancyhad
przeczytała
readitfourtimes—sheknewcałe
wholepassagesoffbyheart.And—she
prawie
almostthoughtshewouldgoi
andseeDr.Trentaboutże
thatqueerpainaroundtheserca
heart.Ithadcomerather
często
oftenlately,andthepalpitationswerebecomingdenerwujące
annoying,nottospeakofanoccasionalzawroty głowy
dizzymomentandaqueershortnessofbreath.Ale
Butcouldshegotoseehimwithouttellinganyone?Itwasa
najbardziej
mostdaringthought.NoneoftheStirlingseverconsultedadoctor
bez
withoutholdingafamilycouncili
andgettingUncleJames’approval.Then,they
poszli
wenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,który
whohadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.Ale
ButValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.And,
poza tym
besides,shecouldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmilesaway,bez
withoutbeingtakenthere.Shedidnotwantanyoneto
wiedział
knowaboutherheart.Therewouldbe
takie
suchafussmadeandkażdy
everymemberofthefamilywouldcomedowni
andtalkitoverandadviseheri
andcautionherandwarnheri
andtellherhorribletalesofgreat-auntsi
andcousinsfortytimesremovedktórzy
whohadbeen“justlikethat”i
and“droppeddeadwithoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”Ciocia
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshema
hadalwayssaidDosslookedjak
likeagirlwhowouldma
havehearttrouble—“sopinchedandpeakedalways”;a
andUncleWellingtonwouldtakeitasapersonalinsult,kiedy
when“noStirlingeverhadserca
heartdiseasebefore”;andGeorgianawouldforebodein
doskonale
perfectlyaudibleasidesthat“poor,kochany
dearlittleDossisn’tlongfortym
thisworld,I’mafraid”;andCousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,my
serce
hearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatsugerował
impliednooneelsehadżadnego
anybusinesseventohaveaserce
heart;andOlive—Olivewouldmerely
wyglądałaby
lookbeautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,asiftosay,“Whyallten
thisfussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDosswhenyoumasz
haveme?”Valancyfeltthatshecouldn’t
powiedzieć
tellanybodyunlessshehadto.She
czuła
feltquitesuretherewasnic
nothingatallseriouslywrongwithherhearti
andnoneedofallthepotherthatwouldensuejeśli
ifshementionedit.Shewould
po prostu
justslipupquietlyandseeDr.Trentthatverydnia
day.Asforhisbill,she
miała
hadthetwohundreddollarsktóre
thatherfatherhadputinthebanku
bankforherthedayshewasborn.Shewas
nigdy nie
neverallowedtouseeventheodsetek
interestofthis,butshewouldpotajemnie
secretlytakeoutenoughtozapłacić
payDr.Trent.Dr.
Trentwasagruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,
ale
buthewasarecognisedauthorityonserca
heartdisease,evenifheweretylko
onlyageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.Dr.Trentwas
ponad
overseventyandtherehadbeenrumoursże
thathemeanttoretirewkrótce
soon.NoneoftheStirling
klanu
clanhadevergonetohimod
sincehehadtoldCousinGladys,dziesięć
tenyearsbefore,thatherneuritiswasallimaginaryi
andthatsheenjoyedit.Youcouldn’tpatroniseadoctorwho
obrażał
insultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewasaPresbyteriankiedy
whenalltheStirlingswenttotheAnglicanchurch.CHAPTERII
Kiedy
WhenCousinSticklesknockedatherdrzwi
door,Valancyknewitwashalf-pastseveni
andshemustgetup.As
długo
longasshecouldremember,Kuzyn
CousinStickleshadknockedatherdrzwi
doorathalf-pastseven.CousinStickles
i
andMrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenupod
sinceseven,butValancywasallowedtoleżeć
lieabedhalfanhourlongerbecauseofafamilytraditionże
thatshewasdelicate.Valancygotup,
chociaż
thoughshehatedgettingupbardziej
morethismorningthanevershehadbefore.