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CHAPTERI
IfithadnotrainedonacertainMaymorningValancyStirling’swhole
življenje
life
wouldhavebeenentirelydifferent.
Shewouldhavegone,
z
with
therestofherclan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpicnicandDr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.
Toda
But
itdidrainandyoushallhearwhathappenedtoherbecauseofit.
Valancywakenedearly,in
je
the
lifeless,hopelesshourjustprecedingdawn.
Shehadnotsleptvery
dobro
well
.
Onedoesnotsleep
dobro
well
,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,
in
and
unmarried,inacommunity
in
and
connectionwheretheunmarriedaresimplythose
ki
who
havefailedtogetaman.
Deerwood
in
and
theStirlingshadlongsincerelegatedValancytohopeless
staro
old
maidenhood.
ButValancyherselfhad
nikoli
never
quiterelinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,littlehopethatRomancewouldcomeher
pot
way
yet—never,untilthiswet,horriblemorning,
ko
when
shewakenedtothefactthatshewastwenty-nine
in
and
unsoughtbyanyman.
Ay,
tam
there
laythesting.
Valancydidnotmindsomuchbeing
je
an
oldmaid.
Afterall,shethought,being
je
an
oldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeingmarriedto
je
an
UncleWellingtonoranUncleBenjamin,
ali
or
evenanUncleHerbert.
Whathurtherwasthatshehad
nikoli
never
hadachancetobeanythingbutan
stara
old
maid.
Nomanhadeverdesiredher.
Je
The
tearscameintohereyesasshelaythere
sama
alone
inthefaintlygreyingdarkness.
Shedarednotletherselfcryashardasshewanted
da
to
,fortworeasons.
Shewasafraid
da
that
cryingmightbringon
še en
another
attackofthatpain
okrog
around
theheart.
Shehadhad
je
a
spellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherworsethananyshehadhad
še
yet
.
Andshewasafraidher
mama
mother
wouldnoticeherredeyesatbreakfast
in
and
keepatherwithminute,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregarding
je
the
causethereof.
“Suppose,”thoughtValancywithaghastlygrin,“Iansweredwiththeplaintruth,‘Iamcrying
ker
because
Icannotgetmarried.’
Kako
How
horrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamed
vsak
every
dayofherlifeofher
stare
old
maiddaughter.”
Butof
seveda
course
appearancesshouldbekeptup.
“Itisnot,”Valancycouldhearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlyto
razmišljati
think
aboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshehadasenseofhumournobodyinherclansuspected.
For
ki
that
matter,therewereagood
veliko
many
thingsaboutValancythatnobodysuspected.
Toda
But
herlaughterwasverysuperficial
in
and
presentlyshelaythere,ahuddled,futilelittlefigure,listeningtotherainpouringdown
zunaj
outside
andwatching,withasickdistaste,thechill,mercilesslightcreepingintoherugly,sordid
sobo
room
.
Sheknewtheuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewit
in
and
hatedit.
Theyellow-paintedfloor,with
eno
one
hideous,“hooked”rugbythebed,withagrotesque,“hooked”
pes
dog
onit,alwaysgrinningather
ko
when
sheawoke;
thefaded,dark-redpaper;
je
the
ceilingdiscolouredbyoldleaks
in
and
crossedbycracks;
thenarrow,pinchedlittlewashstand;
thebrown-paperlambrequin
z
with
purplerosesonit;
thespotted
staro
old
looking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;
je
the
jarofancientpotpourrimadebyher
mati
mother
inhermythicalhoneymoon;
je
the
shell-coveredbox,withoneburstcorner,
ki
which
CousinStickleshadmadeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;
thebeadedpincushion
z
with
halfitsbeadfringegone;
the
en
one
stiff,yellowchair;
thefaded
staro
old
motto,“Gonebutnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarns
o
about
Great-grand-motherStirling’sgrimoldface;
the
stare
old
photographsofancientrelatives
dolgo
long
banishedfromtheroomsbelow.
Therewere
samo
only
twopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
Ena
One
,anoldchromoofapuppysittingonarainydoorstep.
Thatpicture
vedno
always
madeValancyunhappy.
Thatforlorn
mali
little
dogcrouchedonthedoorstepin
je
the
drivingrain!
Whydidn’tsomeoneopenthe
vrat
door
andlethimin?
The
druga
other
picturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdownastairway,
ki
which
AuntWellingtonhadlavishlygivenheronhertenthbirthday.
Fornineteenyearsshehadlookedatit
in
and
hatedit,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.
Toda
But
sheneverdareddestroyit
ali
or
removeit.
MotherandCousinStickleswouldhavebeenaghast,
ali
or
,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,wouldhavehad
je
a
fit.
Everyroomin
je
the
housewasugly,of
seveda
course
.
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptupsomewhat.
Therewasnomoneyforroomsnobodyeversaw.
Valancy
včasih
sometimes
feltthatshecouldhavedone
nekaj
something
forherroomherself,
tudi
even
withoutmoney,ifshewerepermitted.
Toda
But
hermotherhadnegatived
vsak
every
timidsuggestionandValancydidnotpersist.
Valancy
nikoli
never
persisted.
Shewasafraidto.
Her
mati
mother
couldnotbrookopposition.
Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordays
če
if
offended,withtheairsofaninsultedduchess.
Je
The
onlythingValancylikedabouther
sobi
room
wasthatshecouldbe
sama
alone
thereatnighttocry
če
if
shewantedto.
But,afterall,whatdiditmatter
če
if
aroom,whichyouusedfornothingexceptsleeping
in
and
dressingin,wereugly?
Valancywas
nikoli
never
permittedtostayaloneinher
sobi
room
foranyotherpurpose.
People
ki
who
wantedtobealone,soMrs.FrederickStirling
in
and
CousinSticklesbelieved,could
samo
only
wanttobealoneforsomesinisterpurpose.
Toda
But
herroomintheBlueCastlewas
vse
everything
aroomshouldbe.
Valancy,socowed
in
and
subduedandoverriddenandsnubbedinreallife,waswonttoletherselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.
NobodyintheStirlingclan,
ali
or
itsramifications,suspectedthis,leastofallher
mama
mother
andCousinStickles.
They
nikoli
never
knewthatValancyhad
dva
two
homes—theuglyredbrickboxofa
doma
home
,onElmStreet,andtheBlueCastleinSpain.
Valancyhadlivedspirituallyin
je
the
BlueCastleeversinceshecouldremember.
Shehadbeen
je
a
verytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofit.
Vedno
Always
,whensheshuthereyes,shecouldseeitplainly,
z
with
itsturretsandbannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,
proti
against
thesunsetskiesofafair
in
and
unknownland.
Everythingwonderful
in
and
beautifulwasinthatcastle.
Jewels
ki
that
queensmighthaveworn;
robesofmoonlight
in
and
fire;
couchesofroses
in
and
gold;
longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,
z
with
great,whiteurns,and
z
with
slender,mist-cladmaidensgoing
gor
up
anddownthem;
courts,marble-pillared,
kjer
where
shimmeringfountainsfellandnightingalessangamongthemyrtles;
hallsofmirrors
ki
that
reflectedonlyhandsomeknights
in
and
lovelywomen—herselftheloveliestof
vseh
all
,forwhoseglancemendied.
Vse
All
thatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthe
upanje
hope
ofgoingona
sanje
dream
spreeatnight.
Most,
če
if
notall,oftheStirlingswouldhavediedofhorror
če
if
theyhadknownhalf
je
the
thingsValancydidinherBlueCastle.
Foronethingshehadquite
je
a
fewloversinit.
Oh,
samo
only
oneatatime.
One
ki
who
wooedherwithall
je
the
romanticardouroftheageofchivalry
in
and
wonherafterlongdevotion
in
and
manydeedsofderring-do,
in
and
wasweddedtoherwithpomp
in
and
circumstanceinthegreat,banner-hungchapelof
je
the
BlueCastle.
Attwelve,
ta
this
loverwasafairlad
z
with
goldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.
Atfifteen,hewastall
in
and
darkandpale,butstillnecessarilyhandsome.
Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,hehadaclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,
in
and
afacestrongandruggedratherthanhandsome.
Valancy
nikoli
never
grewolderthantwenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,
vendar
but
recently—veryrecently—herherohadhadreddish,tawny
lase
hair
,atwistedsmileand
je
a
mysteriouspast.
Idon’t
rečem
say
Valancydeliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrew
jih
them
.
Onesimplyfadedawayas
druga
another
came.
Thingsareveryconvenientin
tem
this
respectinBlueCastles.
Toda
But
,onthismorningofherdayoffate,Valancycouldnot
najti
find
thekeyofherBlueCastle.
Realitypressedonher
preveč
too
hardly,barkingatherheels
kot
like
amaddeninglittledog.
Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—theonlyhomely
dekle
girl
inahandsomeclan,with
brez
no
pastandnofuture.
Asfarasshecouldlook
nazaj
back
,lifewasdrabandcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimson
ali
or
purplespotanywhere.
Asfarasshecouldlookforwarditseemedcertaintobejustthe
enako
same
untilshewasnothingbutasolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingtoawintrybough.
The
trenutek
moment
whenawomanrealisesthatshehas
ničesar
nothing
tolivefor—neitherlove,duty,purposenorhope—holdsforherthebitternessof
smrti
death
.
“AndIjusthavetogoonliving
ker
because
Ican’tstop.
I
morda
may
havetoliveeightyyears,”thoughtValancy,in
je
a
kindofpanic.
“We’re
vsi
all
horriblylong-lived.
Itsickensmetothinkofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilysatisfied
da
that
itwasraining.
Therewouldbenopicnicthatday.
Thisannualpicnic,wherebyAunt
in
and
UncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementat
je
a
picnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,
je
a
veritablenightmaretoValancy.
Byanimpishcoincidenceitwasthe
isti
same
dayasherbirthday
in
and
,aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,nobodyletherforget
to
it
.
Muchasshehatedgoingto
je
the
picnic,itwouldneverhaveoccurredtohertorebelagainstit.
Ni
There
seemedtobenothingof
je
the
revolutionaryinhernature.
In
And
sheknewexactlywhat
vsak
every
onewouldsaytoherat
je
the
picnic.
UncleWellington,whomshedisliked
in
and
despisedeventhoughhehadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”would
rekel
say
toherinapig’swhisper,“Notthinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”
in
and
thengooffintothebellowoflaughter
s
with
whichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldtellher
o
about
Olive’snewchiffondress
in
and
Cecil’slastdevotedletter.
Valancywouldhavetolookaspleased
in
and
interestedasifthedress
in
and
letterhadbeenhersorelseAuntWellingtonwouldbeoffended.
In
And
Valancyhadlongagodecided
da
that
shewouldratheroffendGod
kot
than
AuntWellington,becauseGodmightforgiveherbutAuntWellington
nikoli
never
would.
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,
z
with
anamiablehabitof
vedno
always
referringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifheweretheonlymalecreatureinthe
svetu
world
,whocouldneverforgetthatshehadbeenagreatbeautyinheryouth,wouldcondole
z
with
Valancyonhersallowskin—.
“Idon’t
vem
know
whyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.
Ko
When
Iwasagirlmyskinwasroses
in
and
cream.
Iwascountedtheprettiest
dekle
girl
inCanada,mydear.”
Morda
Perhaps
UncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—or
morda
perhaps
hewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”
In
And
theneverybodywouldlaughovertheexcessivelyhumorousideaof
ubogi
poor
,scrawnylittleDossgettingfat.
Handsome,solemn
Stric
Uncle
James,whomValancydisliked
vendar
but
respectedbecausehewasreputedtobe
zelo
very
cleverandwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnone
preveč
too
plentifulintheStirlingconnection—would
verjetno
probably
remarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmthathadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusy
s
with
yourhope-chestthesedays?”
In
And
UncleBenjaminwouldask
nekaj
some
ofhisabominableconundrums,
med
between
wheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.
“Whatisthedifference
med
between
Dossandamouse?
“ThemousewishestoharmthecheeseandDosswishestocharmthehe’s.”
Valancyhadheardhim
vprašati
ask
thatriddlefiftytimes
in
and
everytimeshewantedtothrow
nekaj
something
athim.
Butshe
nikoli
never
did.
Inthefirstplace,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
inthesecond
mestu
place
,UncleBenjaminwasawealthy
in
and
childlessoldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefear
in
and
admonitionofhismoney.
Če
If
sheoffendedhimhewouldcutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.
ValancydidnotwanttobecutoutofUncleBenjamin’swill.
Shehadbeenpoor
vse
all
herlifeandknew
je
the
gallingbitternessofit.
Sosheenduredhisriddles
in
and
evensmiledtorturedlittlesmiles
nad
over
them.
AuntIsabel,downright
in
and
disagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancycouldnotpredictjust
kako
how
,forAuntIsabelneverrepeatedacriticism—shefoundsomething
novega
new
withwhichtojabyoueverytime.
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,
vendar
but
didn’tlikeitsowell
ko
when
otherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughtto
ji
her
.
Valancyneversaidwhatshethought.
CousinGeorgiana—named
po
after
hergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamed
po
after
GeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorously
je
the
namesofallrelatives
in
and
friendswhohaddiedsince
je
the
lastpicnicandwonder“whichofus
bo
will
bethefirsttogonext.”
Oppressivelycompetent,AuntMildredwouldtalkendlesslyofherhusband
in
and
herodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,
ker
because
Valancywouldbethe
edini
only
oneshecouldfindtoputupwithit.
Forthesamereason,CousinGladys—really
Prva
First
CousinGladysonceremoved,accordingtothestrictwayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thin
gospa
lady
whoadmittedshehadasensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.
In
And
Olive,thewondergirlof
je
the
wholeStirlingclan,whohad
vse
everything
Valancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—wouldshowoffherbeauty
in
and
presumeonherpopularity
in
and
flauntherdiamondinsigniaof
ljubezen
love
inValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.
Therewouldbenoneofall
tega
this
today.
Andtherewouldbe
ne
no
packingupofteaspoons.
Je
The
packingupwasalwaysleftforValancy
in
and
CousinStickles.
Andonce,sixyears
pred
ago
,asilverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’sweddingsethadbeenlost.
Valancy
nikoli
never
heardthelastofthatsilverteaspoon.
ItsghostappearedBanquo-likeateverysubsequentfamilyfeast.
Oh,
ja
yes
,Valancyknewexactlywhat
je
the
picnicwouldbelike
in
and
sheblessedtherain
ki
that
hadsavedherfromit.
Therewouldbenopicnicthisyear.
Če
If
AuntWellingtoncouldnotcelebrateonthesacred
dan
day
itselfshewouldhavenocelebrationatall.
Hvala
Thank
whatevergodstherewereforthat.
Ker
Since
therewouldbenopicnic,Valancymadeuphermindthat,
če
if
therainheldupin
je
the
afternoon,shewouldgoupto
je
the
libraryandgetanotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.
Valancywas
nikoli
never
allowedtoreadnovels,
toda
but
JohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.
Theywere“naturebooks”—so
je
the
librariantoldMrs.FrederickStirling—“all
o
about
thewoodsandbirds
in
and
bugsandthingslike
to
that
,youknow.”
SoValancywasallowedtoreadthem—underprotest,foritwas
samo
only
tooevidentthatsheenjoyedthem
preveč
too
much.
Itwaspermissible,
celo
even
laudable,toreadtoimproveyour
um
mind
andyourreligion,but
je
a
bookthatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.
Valancydidnotknowwhetherher
um
mind
wasbeingimprovedornot;
toda
but
shefeltvaguelythat
če
if
shehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyears
pred
ago
lifemighthavebeen
je
a
differentthingforher.
Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofa
svet
world
intowhichshemight
nekoč
once
haveentered,thoughthe
vrata
door
wasforeverbarredtoher
zdaj
now
.
Itwasonlywithinthelast
letu
year
thatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,
čeprav
though
thelibrariantoldValancy
da
that
hehadbeenawell-knownwriterforseveralyears.
“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhadasked.
“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
mora
must
beaCanadian,but
ni
no
moreinformationcanbehad.
Hispublisherswon’tsayaword.
Zelo
Quite
likelyJohnFosterisanomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’t
obdržati
keep
theminatall,
čeprav
though
Ireallycan’tseewhatpeoplefindinthemtoraveover.”
“I
mislim
think
they’rewonderful,”saidValancy,timidly.
“Oh—well—”
MissClarksonsmiledin
je
a
patronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’t
reči
say
Icaremuchforbugsmyself.
ButcertainlyFosterseemsto
vedeti
know
allthereisto
vedeti
know
aboutthem.”
Valancydidn’tknowwhethershecaredmuchforbugseither.
ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
in
and
insectlifethatenthralledher.
Shecouldhardly
povedati
say
whatitwas—sometantalisinglureof
je
a
mysteryneverrevealed—somehintof
je
a
greatsecretjusta
malo
little
furtheron—somefaint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.
Da
Yes
,shewouldgeta
novo
new
Fosterbook.
Itwas
je
a
monthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sosurely
Mati
Mother
couldnotobject.
Valancyhadreaditfourtimes—sheknewwholepassagesoffbyheart.
And—she
skoraj
almost
thoughtshewouldgoandseeDr.Trentabout
da
that
queerpainaroundthe
srca
heart
.
Ithadcomeratheroftenlately,
in
and
thepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,nottospeakofanoccasionaldizzymoment
in
and
aqueershortnessofbreath.
Ampak
But
couldshegotoseehimwithouttellinganyone?
Itwas
je
a
mostdaringthought.
NoneoftheStirlingseverconsultedadoctorwithoutholdingafamilycouncil
in
and
gettingUncleJames’approval.
Then,theywenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,
ki
who
hadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.
Toda
But
ValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
And,besides,shecouldnot
priti
get
toPortLawrence,fifteenmiles
stran
away
,withoutbeingtakenthere.
Shedidnotwantanyonetoknowabouther
srce
heart
.
Therewouldbesuchafussmade
in
and
everymemberofthefamilywould
prišel
come
downandtalkitover
in
and
adviseherandcautionher
in
and
warnherandtellherhorribletalesofgreat-aunts
in
and
cousinsfortytimesremovedwhohadbeen“just
kot
like
that”and“droppeddead
brez
without
amoment’swarning,mydear.”
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshehad
vedno
always
saidDosslookedlike
je
a
girlwhowouldhavehearttrouble—“sopinched
in
and
peakedalways”;
andUncleWellingtonwouldtakeitasapersonalinsult,
ko
when
“noStirlingeverhadheartdiseasebefore”;
in
and
Georgianawouldforebodeinperfectlyaudibleasides
da
that
“poor,dearlittleDossisn’t
dolgo
long
forthisworld,I’mafraid”;
in
and
CousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,my
srce
heart
hasbeenlikethatforyears,”in
je
a
tonethatimpliednooneelsehadanybusinesseventohave
je
a
heart;
andOlive—Olivewouldmerelylook
lepa
beautiful
andsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,asiftosay,“Whyall
ta
this
fussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDoss
ko
when
youhaveme?”
Valancyfeltthatshecouldn’ttellanybodyunlessshehadto.
Shefelt
povsem
quite
suretherewasnothingat
vseh
all
seriouslywrongwithherheart
in
and
noneedofall
je
the
potherthatwouldensue
če
if
shementionedit.
ShewouldjustslipupquietlyandseeDr.Trentthatveryday.
Asforhisbill,shehad
je
the
twohundreddollarsthather
oče
father
hadputinthebankforher
je
the
dayshewasborn.
Shewas
nikoli
never
allowedtouseeven
je
the
interestofthis,butshewouldsecretlytakeout
dovolj
enough
topayDr.Trent.
Dr.
Trentwasagruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,
vendar
but
hewasarecognisedauthorityonheartdisease,evenifhewere
samo
only
ageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.
Dr.Trentwasoverseventy
in
and
therehadbeenrumoursthathemeanttoretire
kmalu
soon
.
NoneoftheStirlingclanhadevergonetohim
odkar
since
hehadtoldCousinGladys,tenyears
pred
before
,thatherneuritiswasallimaginary
in
and
thatsheenjoyedit.
Youcouldn’tpatroniseadoctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewasaPresbyterian
ko
when
alltheStirlingswenttotheAnglicanchurch.
CHAPTERII
Ko
When
CousinSticklesknockedather
vrata
door
,Valancyknewitwashalf-pastseven
in
and
shemustgetup.
Aslongasshecouldremember,CousinStickleshadknockedather
vrata
door
athalf-pastseven.
CousinStickles
in
and
Mrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenupsinceseven,
vendar
but
Valancywasallowedtolieabed
pol
half
anhourlongerbecauseofafamilytraditionthatshewasdelicate.
Valancygotup,
čeprav
though
shehatedgettingup
bolj
more
thismorningthanevershehadbefore.