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CHAPTERI
Ifithadnotrainedonacertain
Maio
MaymorningValancyStirling’swhole
vida
lifewouldhavebeenentirely
diferente
different.
Shewouldhavegone,
com
withtherestofherclan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpicnic
e
andDr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.
Mas
Butitdidrainandyoushall
ouvir
hearwhathappenedtoher
por causa
becauseofit.
Valancywakenedearly,in
o
thelifeless,hopelesshourjustprecedingdawn.
She
tinha
hadnotsleptverywell.
Onedoesnot
dorme
sleepwell,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineon
os
themorrow,andunmarried,inacommunity
e
andconnectionwheretheunmarriedaresimply
aqueles
thosewhohavefailedto
conseguiram
getaman.
DeerwoodandtheStirlingshadlongsincerelegatedValancytohopelessoldmaidenhood.
Mas
ButValancyherselfhadnever
completamente
quiterelinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,little
esperança
hopethatRomancewouldcomeher
caminho
wayyet—never,untilthiswet,horrible
manhã
morning,whenshewakenedtothe
fato
factthatshewastwenty-nine
e
andunsoughtbyanyman.
Ay,
aí
therelaythesting.
Valancydidnot
importava
mindsomuchbeinganoldmaid.
Afterall,she
pensou
thought,beinganoldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeingmarriedtoan
Tio
UncleWellingtonoranUncleBenjamin,
ou
orevenanUncleHerbert.
What
magoava
hurtherwasthatshehad
nunca
neverhadachancetobeanythingbutanoldmaid.
Nenhum
Nomanhadeverdesiredher.
As
Thetearscameintohereyesasshelay
lá
therealoneinthefaintlygreyingdarkness.
Shedarednotletherselfcryashardasshe
queria
wantedto,fortworeasons.
Shewas
medo
afraidthatcryingmightbringon
outro
anotherattackofthatpain
ao redor
aroundtheheart.
Shehadhad
um
aspellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherworsethan
qualquer
anyshehadhadyet.
E
Andshewasafraidher
mãe
motherwouldnoticeherredeyesatbreakfast
e
andkeepatherwithminute,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthe
causa
causethereof.
“Suppose,”thoughtValancy
com
withaghastlygrin,“Ianswered
com
withtheplaintruth,‘Iamcrying
porque
becauseIcannotgetmarried.’
Como
HowhorrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamedevery
dias
dayofherlifeofheroldmaiddaughter.”
Mas
Butofcourseappearancesshouldbekeptup.
“Itisnot,”Valancy
podia
couldhearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlyto
pensar
thinkaboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpression
fez
madeValancylaugh—forshehad
um
asenseofhumournobodyinherclansuspected.
For
que
thatmatter,therewereagood
muitas
manythingsaboutValancythat
ninguém
nobodysuspected.
Butherlaughterwas
muito
verysuperficialandpresentlyshelay
ali
there,ahuddled,futilelittlefigure,
ouvindo
listeningtotherainpouringdown
fora
outsideandwatching,witha
doente
sickdistaste,thechill,merciless
luz
lightcreepingintoherugly,sordid
quarto
room.
Sheknewtheuglinessofthat
quarto
roombyheart—knewitand
odiava
hatedit.
Theyellow-paintedfloor,
com
withonehideous,“hooked”rugby
o
thebed,withagrotesque,“hooked”
cão
dogonit,alwaysgrinningather
quando
whensheawoke;
thefaded,dark-redpaper;
o
theceilingdiscolouredbyoldleaks
e
andcrossedbycracks;
thenarrow,pinched
pequeno
littlewashstand;
thebrown-paperlambrequin
com
withpurplerosesonit;
thespotted
velho
oldlooking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;
thejarofancientpotpourri
feito
madebyhermotherinhermythicalhoneymoon;
a
theshell-coveredbox,withoneburstcorner,
que
whichCousinStickleshadmadeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;
a
thebeadedpincushionwithhalfitsbeadfringegone;
a
theonestiff,yellowchair;
o
thefadedoldmotto,“Gone
mas
butnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarns
sobre
aboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrimold
rosto
face;
theoldphotographsofancientrelativeslongbanishedfrom
as
theroomsbelow.
Therewere
apenas
onlytwopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
One,an
velho
oldchromoofapuppy
sentado
sittingonarainydoorstep.
Aquele
ThatpicturealwaysmadeValancyunhappy.
Aquele
Thatforlornlittledogcrouchedonthedoorstepinthedrivingrain!
Porque
Whydidn’tsomeoneopenthe
porta
doorandlethimin?
A
Theotherpicturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdown
uma
astairway,whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlygivenheronhertenthbirthday.
Fornineteenyearsshehad
olhou
lookedatitandhated
ele
it,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.
Mas
Butsheneverdareddestroyit
ou
orremoveit.
MotherandCousinStickleswouldhavebeenaghast,
ou
or,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,wouldhavehad
um
afit.
Everyroomin
os
thehousewasugly,ofcourse.
Mas
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptupsomewhat.
Therewas
não
nomoneyforroomsnobodyeversaw.
Valancy
às vezes
sometimesfeltthatshecould
ter
havedonesomethingforher
quarto
roomherself,evenwithoutmoney,
se
ifshewerepermitted.
Buther
mãe
motherhadnegativedeverytimidsuggestion
e
andValancydidnotpersist.
Valancy
nunca
neverpersisted.
Shewasafraidto.
Her
mãe
mothercouldnotbrookopposition.
Mrs.Stirling
fosse
wouldsulkfordaysifoffended,
com
withtheairsofaninsultedduchess.
The
única
onlythingValancylikedabouther
quarto
roomwasthatshecouldbealone
lá
thereatnighttocry
se
ifshewantedto.
But,afterall,whatdiditmatter
se
ifaroom,whichyou
usava
usedfornothingexceptsleeping
e
anddressingin,wereugly?
Valancywas
nunca
neverpermittedtostayaloneinher
quarto
roomforanyotherpurpose.
Pessoas
Peoplewhowantedtobealone,soMrs.FrederickStirling
e
andCousinSticklesbelieved,couldonlywanttobealonefor
algum
somesinisterpurpose.
Buther
quarto
roomintheBlueCastlewas
tudo
everythingaroomshouldbe.
Valancy,socowed
e
andsubduedandoverriddenandsnubbedin
real
reallife,waswontto
deixar
letherselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.
Ninguém
NobodyintheStirlingclan,
ou
oritsramifications,suspectedthis,
menos
leastofallhermother
e
andCousinStickles.
Theynever
souberam
knewthatValancyhadtwohomes—theuglyredbrickboxof
uma
ahome,onElmStreet,
e
andtheBlueCastleinSpain.
Valancyhad
vivia
livedspirituallyintheBlueCastleever
desde
sinceshecouldremember.
She
tinha
hadbeenaverytiny
criança
childwhenshefoundherselfpossessedof
ele
it.
Always,whensheshuthereyes,she
podia
couldseeitplainly,withitsturrets
e
andbannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,
contra
againstthesunsetskiesof
uma
afairandunknownland.
Tudo
Everythingwonderfulandbeautifulwasinthatcastle.
Jewels
que
thatqueensmighthaveworn;
robesofmoonlight
e
andfire;
couchesofroses
e
andgold;
longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,
com
withgreat,whiteurns,and
com
withslender,mist-cladmaidensgoingup
e
anddownthem;
courts,marble-pillared,
onde
whereshimmeringfountainsfellandnightingales
cantavam
sangamongthemyrtles;
hallsofmirrors
que
thatreflectedonlyhandsomeknights
e
andlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestof
todas
all,forwhoseglancemen
morriam
died.
Allthatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthe
esperança
hopeofgoingona
sonho
dreamspreeatnight.
Most,
se
ifnotall,oftheStirlingswouldhavediedofhorror
se
iftheyhadknownhalf
a
thethingsValancydidinherBlueCastle.
Foronethingshe
tinha
hadquiteafewloversinit.
Oh,
só
onlyoneatatime.
Aquele
Onewhowooedherwith
todo
alltheromanticardouroftheageofchivalry
e
andwonherafterlongdevotion
e
andmanydeedsofderring-do,
e
andwasweddedtoher
com
withpompandcircumstanceinthe
grande
great,banner-hungchapeloftheBlueCastle.
Attwelve,
este
thisloverwasafairlad
com
withgoldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.
Atfifteen,hewastall
e
anddarkandpale,but
ainda
stillnecessarilyhandsome.
Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,he
tinha
hadaclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,
e
andafacestrongandruggedrather
de
thanhandsome.
Valancynevergrewolder
de
thantwenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,
mas
butrecently—veryrecently—herherohad
tinha
hadreddish,tawnyhair,atwistedsmile
e
andamysteriouspast.
Idon’t
dizer
sayValancydeliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrewthem.
Um
Onesimplyfadedawayas
outro
anothercame.
Thingsareveryconvenientin
este
thisrespectinBlueCastles.
Mas
But,onthismorningofherdayoffate,Valancycouldnot
encontrar
findthekeyofherBlueCastle.
Realitypressedonhertoohardly,barkingatherheels
como
likeamaddeninglittledog.
Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—the
única
onlyhomelygirlinahandsomeclan,with
sem
nopastandnofuture.
Asfarasshe
podia
couldlookback,lifewasdrab
e
andcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimson
ou
orpurplespotanywhere.
Asfarasshe
podia
couldlookforwarditseemedcertaintobejustthe
mesmo
sameuntilshewasnothingbutasolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingtoawintrybough.
The
momento
momentwhenawomanrealises
que
thatshehasnothingto
viver
livefor—neitherlove,duty,purposenorhope—holdsforherthebitternessof
morte
death.
“AndIjusthavetogoon
viver
livingbecauseIcan’tstop.
I
posso
mayhavetoliveeightyyears,”
pensou
thoughtValancy,inakindofpanic.
“We’re
todos
allhorriblylong-lived.
Itsickensmeto
pensar
thinkofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedthatitwasraining.
Therewouldbe
não
nopicnicthatday.
Thisannualpicnic,wherebyAunt
e
andUncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtofthemin
que
thatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementat
um
apicnicthirtyyearsbefore,
tinha
hadbeen,oflateyears,
um
averitablenightmaretoValancy.
By
uma
animpishcoincidenceitwasthe
mesmo
samedayasherbirthday
e
and,aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,
ninguém
nobodyletherforgetit.
Muchasshe
odiasse
hatedgoingtothepicnic,it
ir
wouldneverhaveoccurredtohertorebel
contra
againstit.
Thereseemedtobe
nada
nothingoftherevolutionaryinhernature.
E
Andsheknewexactlywhateveryone
iam
wouldsaytoherat
o
thepicnic.
UncleWellington,whomshedisliked
e
anddespisedeventhoughhe
ter
hadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”would
diria
saytoherinapig’swhisper,“Not
pensar
thinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”
e
andthengooffinto
o
thebellowoflaughterwith
qual
whichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,would
contava
tellheraboutOlive’snewchiffondress
e
andCecil’slastdevotedletter.
Valancy
fossem
wouldhavetolookaspleased
e
andinterestedasifthedress
e
andletterhadbeenhersorelseAuntWellington
fossem
wouldbeoffended.
AndValancyhad
tempo
longagodecidedthatshewouldratheroffend
Deus
GodthanAuntWellington,because
Deus
GodmightforgiveherbutAuntWellington
nunca
neverwould.
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,
com
withanamiablehabitof
sempre
alwaysreferringtoherhusbandas“he,”as
se
ifheweretheonlymalecreatureinthe
mundo
world,whocouldneverforgetthatshe
tinha
hadbeenagreatbeautyinheryouth,
fosse
wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.
“Idon’t
sei
knowwhyallthegirlsof
hoje
todayaresosunburned.
WhenIwasa
menina
girlmyskinwasroses
e
andcream.
Iwascounted
a
theprettiestgirlinCanada,mydear.”
Talvez
PerhapsUncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—or
talvez
perhapshewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”
E
Andtheneverybodywouldlaughover
o
theexcessivelyhumorousideaof
pobre
poor,scrawnylittleDossgettingfat.
Handsome,solemn
Tio
UncleJames,whomValancydisliked
mas
butrespectedbecausehewasreputedtobeveryclever
e
andwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnonetooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—would
provavelmente
probablyremarkwiththeowl-likesarcasm
que
thathadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusy
com
withyourhope-chestthesedays?”
E
AndUncleBenjaminwouldask
alguns
someofhisabominableconundrums,
entre
betweenwheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.
“Whatisthedifference
entre
betweenDossandamouse?
“Themouse
deseja
wishestoharmthecheese
e
andDosswishestocharm
o
thehe’s.”
Valancyhadheardhim
perguntar
askthatriddlefiftytimes
e
andeverytimeshewantedtothrow
algo
somethingathim.
Butshe
nunca
neverdid.
Inthefirst
lugar
place,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
inthesecond
lugar
place,UncleBenjaminwasawealthy
e
andchildlessoldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefear
e
andadmonitionofhismoney.
Se
Ifsheoffendedhimhewould
cortaria
cutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.
Valancydidnot
queria
wanttobecutoutof
Tio
UncleBenjamin’swill.
Shehadbeen
pobre
poorallherlifeand
conhecia
knewthegallingbitternessofit.
Sosheenduredhisriddles
e
andevensmiledtorturedlittlesmiles
sobre
overthem.
AuntIsabel,downright
e
anddisagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancy
podia
couldnotpredictjusthow,forAuntIsabel
nunca
neverrepeatedacriticism—shefound
algo
somethingnewwithwhichtojabyou
cada
everytime.
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,
mas
butdidn’tlikeitsowell
quando
whenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughtto
dela
her.
Valancyneversaidwhatshe
achava
thought.
CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamedafterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesof
todos
allrelativesandfriendswhohaddied
desde
sincethelastpicnicandwonder“whichofus
ir
willbethefirstto
ir
gonext.”
Oppressivelycompetent,AuntMildredwould
falaria
talkendlesslyofherhusband
e
andherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,
porque
becauseValancywouldbetheonlyoneshe
poderia
couldfindtoputupwithit.
Forthe
mesmo
samereason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladysonceremoved,accordingtothestrict
maneira
wayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thin
senhora
ladywhoadmittedshehad
uma
asensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.
E
AndOlive,thewondergirlofthe
todo
wholeStirlingclan,whohad
tudo
everythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—would
mostraria
showoffherbeautyandpresumeonherpopularity
e
andflauntherdiamondinsigniaof
amor
loveinValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.
Therewouldbenoneofallthis
hoje
today.
Andtherewouldbe
não
nopackingupofteaspoons.
Thepackingupwas
sempre
alwaysleftforValancyandCousinStickles.
E
Andonce,sixyearsago,
uma
asilverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’swedding
conjunto
sethadbeenlost.
Valancy
nunca
neverheardthelastofthatsilverteaspoon.
ItsghostappearedBanquo-likeat
cada
everysubsequentfamilyfeast.
Oh,
sim
yes,Valancyknewexactlywhatthepicnicwouldbe
como
likeandsheblessedtherainthathad
salvou
savedherfromit.
Therewouldbe
não
nopicnicthisyear.
IfAuntWellington
pudesse
couldnotcelebrateonthesacred
dia
dayitselfshewouldhave
não
nocelebrationatall.
Thank
qualquer
whatevergodstherewereforthat.
Sincethere
iria
wouldbenopicnic,Valancymadeuphermind
que
that,iftherainheldupintheafternoon,she
iria
wouldgouptothelibraryandget
outro
anotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.
Valancywas
nunca
neverallowedtoreadnovels,
mas
butJohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.
Theywere“naturebooks”—sothelibrarian
contou
toldMrs.FrederickStirling—“allaboutthewoods
e
andbirdsandbugsandthingslikethat,youknow.”
SoValancywasallowedto
lê
readthem—underprotest,foritwasonlytooevidentthatsheenjoyedthemtoomuch.
Itwaspermissible,
até
evenlaudable,toreadtoimproveyour
mente
mindandyourreligion,but
um
abookthatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.
Valancydidnot
sabia
knowwhetherhermindwasbeingimproved
ou
ornot;
butshefeltvaguely
que
thatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyears
há
agolifemighthavebeena
diferente
differentthingforher.
Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofa
mundo
worldintowhichshemightonce
ter
haveentered,thoughthedoorwasforeverbarredtoher
agora
now.
Itwasonlywithinthe
último
lastyearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,
embora
thoughthelibrariantoldValancythathehadbeen
um
awell-knownwriterforseveralyears.
“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhad
perguntou
asked.
“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
deve
mustbeaCanadian,but
não
nomoreinformationcanbehad.
Hispublisherswon’t
dizem
sayaword.
QuitelikelyJohnFosteris
um
anomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’tkeeptheminatall,
embora
thoughIreallycan’tseewhat
pessoas
peoplefindinthemtoraveover.”
“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
disse
saidValancy,timidly.
“Oh—well—”
MissClarksonsmiledin
uma
apatronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’t
dizer
sayIcaremuchforbugsmyself.
Mas
ButcertainlyFosterseemsto
saber
knowallthereisto
saber
knowaboutthem.”
Valancydidn’t
sabia
knowwhethershecaredmuchforbugseither.
ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
e
andinsectlifethatenthralledher.
Shecouldhardly
dizer
saywhatitwas—sometantalisinglureof
um
amysteryneverrevealed—somehintof
um
agreatsecretjusta
pouco
littlefurtheron—somefaint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.
Sim
Yes,shewouldgeta
novo
newFosterbook.
Itwas
um
amonthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sosurely
Mãe
Mothercouldnotobject.
Valancy
tinha
hadreaditfourtimes—she
sabia
knewwholepassagesoffbyheart.
And—she
quase
almostthoughtshewouldgo
e
andseeDr.Trentaboutthatqueerpain
ao redor
aroundtheheart.
Ithadcomeratheroftenlately,
e
andthepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,notto
falar
speakofanoccasionaldizzy
momento
momentandaqueershortnessofbreath.
Mas
Butcouldshegoto
vê
seehimwithouttellinganyone?
Itwas
um
amostdaringthought.
Noneof
a
theStirlingseverconsulteda
médico
doctorwithoutholdingafamilycouncil
e
andgettingUncleJames’approval.
Then,they
foram
wenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,
que
whohadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.
Mas
ButValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
E
And,besides,shecouldnot
chegar
gettoPortLawrence,fifteenmiles
distância
away,withoutbeingtakenthere.
Shedidnotwantanyoneto
soubesse
knowaboutherheart.
Therewouldbesuch
um
afussmadeandeverymemberofthe
família
familywouldcomedownand
falavam
talkitoverandadviseher
e
andcautionherandwarnher
e
andtellherhorribletalesofgreat-aunts
e
andcousinsfortytimesremovedwho
tinham
hadbeen“justlikethat”
e
and“droppeddeadwithoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”
AuntIsabelwould
lembrava
rememberthatshehadalways
dito
saidDosslookedlikea
rapariga
girlwhowouldhavehearttrouble—“sopinched
e
andpeakedalways”;
andUncleWellingtonwould
tomaria
takeitasapersonalinsult,
quando
when“noStirlingeverhadheartdiseasebefore”;
e
andGeorgianawouldforebodeinperfectlyaudibleasides
que
that“poor,dearlittleDossisn’t
tempo
longforthisworld,I’mafraid”;
e
andCousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,my
coração
hearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatone
que
thatimpliednooneelsehadanybusinessevento
ter
haveaheart;
andOlive—Olivewouldmerelylook
linda
beautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,as
se
iftosay,“Whyall
este
thisfussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDoss
quando
whenyouhaveme?”
Valancy
sentia
feltthatshecouldn’ttell
ninguém
anybodyunlessshehadto.
She
sentiu
feltquitesuretherewas
nada
nothingatallseriouslywrong
com
withherheartandno
necessidade
needofallthepotherthatwouldensue
se
ifshementionedit.
She
ia
wouldjustslipupquietly
e
andseeDr.Trentthatvery
dia
day.
Asforhisbill,she
tinha
hadthetwohundreddollars
que
thatherfatherhadputin
os
thebankforherthe
dia
dayshewasborn.
Shewas
nunca
neverallowedtouseeventheinterestofthis,
mas
butshewouldsecretlytakeout
suficiente
enoughtopayDr.Trent.
Dr.
Trentwasagruff,outspoken,absent-minded
velho
oldfellow,buthewasarecognisedauthorityonheartdisease,
mesmo
evenifhewereonlyageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.
Dr.Trentwasoverseventy
e
andtherehadbeenrumours
que
thathemeanttoretiresoon.
NoneoftheStirlingclanhadevergonetohim
desde
sincehehadtoldCousinGladys,
dez
tenyearsbefore,thatherneuritiswas
tudo
allimaginaryandthatsheenjoyedit.
Youcouldn’tpatronise
um
adoctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewas
um
aPresbyterianwhenalltheStirlings
iam
wenttotheAnglicanchurch.
CHAPTERII
Quando
WhenCousinSticklesknockedather
porta
door,Valancyknewitwashalf-pastseven
e
andshemustgetup.
Aslongasshecould
lembrava
remember,CousinStickleshadknockedather
porta
doorathalf-pastseven.
CousinStickles
e
andMrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenup
desde
sinceseven,butValancywasallowedtolieabed
meia
halfanhourlongerbecauseofafamilytradition
que
thatshewasdelicate.
Valancygotup,
embora
thoughshehatedgettingup
mais
morethismorningthanevershehad
antes
before.