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CHAPTERI
Ifithadnotrainedon
bir
a
certainMaymorningValancyStirling’s
tüm
whole
lifewouldhavebeenentirely
farklı
different
.
Shewouldhavegone,
ile
with
therestofherclan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpicnic
ve
and
Dr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.
Ama
But
itdidrainandyoushall
duyacaksın
hear
whathappenedtoherbecauseofit.
Valancywakenedearly,inthelifeless,hopeless
saatte
hour
justprecedingdawn.
Shehadnot
uyumamıştı
slept
verywell.
Onedoesnotsleep
iyi
well
,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,
ve
and
unmarried,inacommunity
ve
and
connectionwheretheunmarriedaresimplythosewhohavefailedtogetaman.
Deerwood
ve
and
theStirlingshadlongsincerelegatedValancytohopelessoldmaidenhood.
Ama
But
Valancyherselfhadneverquiterelinquished
bir
a
certainpitiful,shamed,littlehopethatRomancewouldcomeherwayyet—never,
kadar
until
thiswet,horriblemorning,whenshewakenedtothefactthatshewastwenty-nine
ve
and
unsoughtbyanyman.
Ay,therelaythesting.
Valancydidnotmindso
kadar
much
beinganoldmaid.
Afterall,shethought,being
bir
an
oldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeingmarriedto
bir
an
UncleWellingtonoran
Amca
Uncle
Benjamin,orevenan
Amca
Uncle
Herbert.
Whathurtherwasthatshehadneverhadachancetobe
şey
anything
butanoldmaid.
Nomanhadeverdesired
onu
her
.
Thetearscameintohereyesasshelaythere
yalnız
alone
inthefaintlygreyingdarkness.
Shedarednotletherselfcryashardasshewantedto,fortworeasons.
Shewasafraidthatcryingmightbringon
başka
another
attackofthatpainaroundtheheart.
Shehadhad
bir
a
spellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherworsethananyshehadhadyet.
Ve
And
shewasafraidhermotherwouldnoticeher
kırmızı
red
eyesatbreakfastandkeepatherwithminute,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthe
nedeni
cause
thereof.
“Suppose,”thoughtValancywith
bir
a
ghastlygrin,“Iansweredwiththeplaintruth,‘IamcryingbecauseIcannot
olsa
get
married.’HowhorrifiedMother
olsa
would
be—thoughsheisashamed
her
every
dayofherlifeofher
yaşlı
old
maiddaughter.”
Butofcourseappearancesshouldbekeptup.
“Itisnot,”Valancycouldhearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlytothinkaboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshe
vardı
had
asenseofhumournobodyinherclansuspected.
For
bu
that
matter,therewereagood
birçok
many
thingsaboutValancythatnobodysuspected.
Ama
But
herlaughterwasverysuperficial
ve
and
presentlyshelaythere,
bir
a
huddled,futilelittlefigure,
dinliyordu
listening
totherainpouringdown
dışarıda
outside
andwatching,witha
hasta
sick
distaste,thechill,merciless
ışığı
light
creepingintoherugly,sordidroom.
She
biliyordu
knew
theuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewit
ve
and
hatedit.
Theyellow-paintedfloor,withonehideous,“hooked”rugbythebed,withagrotesque,“hooked”
köpek
dog
onit,alwaysgrinningatherwhensheawoke;
thefaded,dark-redpaper;
theceilingdiscolouredby
eski
old
leaksandcrossedbycracks;
thenarrow,pinched
küçük
little
washstand;
thebrown-paperlambrequinwithpurplerosesonit;
thespotted
eski
old
looking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;
thejarofancientpotpourrimadebyhermotherinhermythicalhoneymoon;
theshell-coveredbox,with
bir
one
burstcorner,whichCousinStickleshadmadeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;
thebeadedpincushionwith
yarısı
half
itsbeadfringegone;
the
bir
one
stiff,yellowchair;
thefadedoldmotto,“Gone
ama
but
notforgotten,”workedincolouredyarns
hakkında
about
Great-grand-motherStirling’sgrimold
yüzü
face
;
theoldphotographsofancientrelativeslongbanishedfromtheroomsbelow.
Therewere
sadece
only
twopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
One,an
yaşlı
old
chromoofapuppysittingonarainydoorstep.
O
That
picturealwaysmadeValancyunhappy.
O
That
forlornlittledogcrouchedonthedoorstepinthedrivingrain!
Neden
Why
didn’tsomeoneopenthe
kapıyı
door
andlethimin?
The
diğer
other
picturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdown
bir
a
stairway,whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlygivenheronhertenthbirthday.
Fornineteenyearsshehad
baktı
looked
atitandhatedit,
güzel
beautiful
,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.
Ama
But
sheneverdareddestroyit
ya da
or
removeit.
MotherandCousinStickleswouldhavebeenaghast,
ya da
or
,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,wouldhavehad
bir
a
fit.
Everyroominthe
evin
house
wasugly,ofcourse.
Ama
But
downstairsappearanceswerekept
kadar
up
somewhat.
Therewasno
para
money
forroomsnobodyeversaw.
Valancy
bazen
sometimes
feltthatshecouldhavedonesomethingforher
odası
room
herself,evenwithoutmoney,
eğer
if
shewerepermitted.
Buther
annesi
mother
hadnegativedeverytimidsuggestion
ve
and
Valancydidnotpersist.
Valancy
hiç
never
persisted.
Shewasafraidto.
Her
annesi
mother
couldnotbrookopposition.
Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordaysifoffended,withtheairsof
bir
an
insultedduchess.
Theonly
şey
thing
Valancylikedaboutherroomwasthatshecouldbe
yalnız
alone
thereatnighttocry
eğer
if
shewantedto.
But,afterall,whatdiditmatterif
bir
a
room,whichyouusedfor
hiçbir şey
nothing
exceptsleepinganddressingin,wereugly?
Valancywas
asla
never
permittedtostayaloneinherroomforany
başka
other
purpose.
Peoplewhowantedtobe
yalnız
alone
,soMrs.FrederickStirling
ve
and
CousinSticklesbelieved,could
sadece
only
wanttobealoneforsomesinisterpurpose.
Ama
But
herroomintheBlueCastlewaseverything
bir
a
roomshouldbe.
Valancy,socowed
ve
and
subduedandoverriddenandsnubbedin
gerçek
real
life,waswontto
bırakmaya
let
herselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.
NobodyintheStirlingclan,
ya da
or
itsramifications,suspectedthis,leastofallher
annesi
mother
andCousinStickles.
They
hiç
never
knewthatValancyhad
iki
two
homes—theuglyredbrickboxofahome,onElmStreet,
ve
and
theBlueCastleinSpain.
Valancyhad
yaşıyordu
lived
spirituallyintheBlueCastleever
beri
since
shecouldremember.
Shehadbeen
bir
a
verytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofit.
Her zaman
Always
,whensheshuthereyes,shecouldseeitplainly,
ile
with
itsturretsandbannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,
karşı
against
thesunsetskiesof
bir
a
fairandunknownland.
Everythingwonderful
ve
and
beautifulwasinthatcastle.
Jewelsthatqueensmighthaveworn;
robesofmoonlight
ve
and
fire;
couchesofroses
ve
and
gold;
longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,with
büyük
great
,whiteurns,andwithslender,mist-cladmaidensgoing
yukarı
up
anddownthem;
courts,marble-pillared,whereshimmeringfountainsfell
ve
and
nightingalessangamongthemyrtles;
hallsofmirrorsthatreflected
sadece
only
handsomeknightsandlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestofall,forwhoseglancemendied.
Allthatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthehopeofgoingona
rüya
dream
spreeatnight.
Most,ifnotall,oftheStirlingswouldhavediedofhorroriftheyhadknown
yarısını
half
thethingsValancydidinherBlueCastle.
Foronethingshe
vardı
had
quiteafewloversinit.
Oh,
sadece
only
oneatatime.
Onewhowooedherwith
tüm
all
theromanticardouroftheageofchivalry
ve
and
wonherafterlongdevotion
ve
and
manydeedsofderring-do,
ve
and
wasweddedtoherwithpomp
ve
and
circumstanceinthegreat,banner-hungchapeloftheBlueCastle.
Attwelve,
bu
this
loverwasafairladwithgoldencurls
ve
and
heavenlyblueeyes.
Atfifteen,hewastall
ve
and
darkandpale,but
yine de
still
necessarilyhandsome.
Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,he
vardı
had
aclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,
ve
and
afacestrongandruggedratherthanhandsome.
Valancynevergrewolderthantwenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,
ama
but
recently—veryrecently—herherohad
vardı
had
reddish,tawnyhair,atwistedsmile
ve
and
amysteriouspast.
Idon’tsayValancydeliberatelymurdered
bu
these
loversassheoutgrewthem.
Onesimplyfadedawayasanothercame.
Thingsare
çok
very
convenientinthisrespectinBlueCastles.
Ama
But
,onthismorningofher
günü
day
offate,Valancycouldnot
bulamadı
find
thekeyofherBlueCastle.
Realitypressedonher
çok
too
hardly,barkingatherheels
gibi
like
amaddeninglittledog.
Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—the
tek
only
homelygirlinahandsomeclan,withnopast
ve
and
nofuture.
Asfarasshecouldlookback,
hayat
life
wasdrabandcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimson
ya da
or
purplespotanywhere.
Asfarasshecouldlookforwarditseemedcertaintobejustthe
aynısı
same
untilshewasnothingbut
bir
a
solitary,littlewitheredleafclingingto
bir
a
wintrybough.
Themomentwhen
bir
a
womanrealisesthatshehasnothingto
yaşamak
live
for—neitherlove,duty,purposenorhope—holdsforherthebitternessofdeath.
“AndIjusthavetogoon
yaşamaya
living
becauseIcan’tstop.
Imay
zorunda
have
toliveeightyyears,”thoughtValancy,in
bir
a
kindofpanic.
“We’reallhorriblylong-lived.
Itsickensmetothinkofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedthatitwasraining.
There
olmayacaktı
would
benopicnicthat
gün
day
.
Thisannualpicnic,wherebyAunt
ve
and
UncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementat
bir
a
picnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,
bir
a
veritablenightmaretoValancy.
By
bir
an
impishcoincidenceitwasthesame
gün
day
asherbirthdayand,
sonra
after
shehadpassedtwenty-five,
kimse
nobody
letherforgetit.
Kadar
Much
asshehatedgoingtothepicnic,it
etse
would
neverhaveoccurredtohertorebel
karşı
against
it.
Thereseemedtobenothingoftherevolutionaryinhernature.
Ve
And
sheknewexactlywhateveryonewouldsaytoheratthepicnic.
Amca
Uncle
Wellington,whomshedisliked
ve
and
despisedeventhoughhehadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”wouldsaytoherinapig’swhisper,“Notthinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”
ve
and
thengooffintothebellowoflaughterwithwhichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldtellheraboutOlive’s
yeni
new
chiffondressandCecil’s
son
last
devotedletter.
Valancywould
zorunda
have
tolookaspleased
ve
and
interestedasifthedress
ve
and
letterhadbeenhersorelseAuntWellington
olacaktı
would
beoffended.
AndValancyhad
uzun
long
agodecidedthatshewouldratheroffend
Tanrı
God
thanAuntWellington,because
Tanrı
God
mightforgiveherbutAuntWellington
asla
never
would.
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,withanamiablehabitof
her zaman
always
referringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifhewerethe
tek
only
malecreatureintheworld,whocould
asla
never
forgetthatshehadbeena
büyük
great
beautyinheryouth,wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.
“Idon’t
bilmiyorum
know
whyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.
WhenIwas
bir
a
girlmyskinwasroses
ve
and
cream.
Iwascountedtheprettiest
kızı
girl
inCanada,mydear.”
Belki
Perhaps
UncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—or
belki
perhaps
hewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”
Ve
And
theneverybodywouldlaughovertheexcessivelyhumorousideaof
zavallı
poor
,scrawnylittleDossgettingfat.
Handsome,solemn
Amca
Uncle
James,whomValancydisliked
ama
but
respectedbecausehewasreputedtobeveryclever
ve
and
wasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnonetooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—would
muhtemelen
probably
remarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmthathadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusywithyourhope-chestthesedays?”
Ve
And
UncleBenjaminwouldasksomeofhisabominableconundrums,
arasında
between
wheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.
“WhatisthedifferencebetweenDossandamouse?
“Themouse
istiyor
wishes
toharmthecheese
ve
and
Dosswishestocharmthehe’s.”
Valancyhad
duymuştu
heard
himaskthatriddlefiftytimes
ve
and
everytimeshewantedtothrow
şey
something
athim.
Butshe
asla
never
did.
Inthefirstplace,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
inthesecondplace,
Amca
Uncle
Benjaminwasawealthy
ve
and
childlessoldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefear
ve
and
admonitionofhismoney.
Eğer
If
sheoffendedhimhe
ederse
would
cutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.
Valancydidnot
istemedi
want
tobecutoutof
Amca
Uncle
Benjamin’swill.
Shehadbeen
fakir
poor
allherlifeand
biliyordu
knew
thegallingbitternessofit.
Sosheenduredhisriddles
ve
and
evensmiledtorturedlittlesmilesoverthem.
AuntIsabel,downright
ve
and
disagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancycouldnotpredictjust
nasıl
how
,forAuntIsabelneverrepeatedacriticism—shefound
şey
something
newwithwhichtojabyou
her
every
time.
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,
ama
but
didn’tlikeitsowellwhenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughtto
ona
her
.
Valancyneversaidwhatshethought.
CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamedafterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesof
tüm
all
relativesandfriendswhohaddiedsincethe
son
last
picnicandwonder“whichofuswillbethefirsttogonext.”
Oppressivelycompetent,AuntMildred
olacaktı
would
talkendlesslyofherhusband
ve
and
herodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,
çünkü
because
Valancywouldbetheonlyoneshecouldfindtoputupwithit.
Forthe
aynı
same
reason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladys
kez
once
removed,accordingtothestrictwayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thin
kadın
lady
whoadmittedshehad
bir
a
sensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.
Ve
And
Olive,thewondergirlofthe
tüm
whole
Stirlingclan,whohadeverythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—would
gösterecekti
show
offherbeautyandpresumeonherpopularity
ve
and
flauntherdiamondinsigniaof
aşk
love
inValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.
Therewouldbenoneofallthis
bugün
today
.
Andtherewouldbenopackingupofteaspoons.
Thepackingupwas
her zaman
always
leftforValancyandCousinStickles.
Ve
And
once,sixyearsago,
bir
a
silverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’sweddingsethadbeenlost.
Valancy
hiç
never
heardthelastof
o
that
silverteaspoon.
ItsghostappearedBanquo-likeat
her
every
subsequentfamilyfeast.
Oh,
evet
yes
,Valancyknewexactlywhatthepicnicwouldbelike
ve
and
sheblessedtherainthathadsavedherfromit.
There
olmayacak
would
benopicnicthis
yıl
year
.
IfAuntWellingtoncouldnotcelebrateonthesacred
günün
day
itselfshewouldhavenocelebrationatall.
Thankwhatevergodstherewereforthat.
Sincethere
ederse
would
benopicnic,Valancymadeuphermindthat,
eğer
if
therainheldupintheafternoon,she
ederse
would
gouptothelibraryandget
başka
another
ofJohnFoster’sbooks.
Valancywas
asla
never
allowedtoreadnovels,
ama
but
JohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.
Theywere“naturebooks”—sothelibrarian
anlattı
told
Mrs.FrederickStirling—“allaboutthewoods
ve
and
birdsandbugsandthingslike
bu
that
,youknow.”
SoValancywasallowedtoreadthem—underprotest,foritwasonlytooevidentthatsheenjoyedthemtoomuch.
Itwaspermissible,
hatta
even
laudable,toreadtoimproveyourmind
ve
and
yourreligion,buta
kitap
book
thatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.
Valancydidnot
bilmiyordu
know
whetherhermindwasbeingimprovedornot;
ama
but
shefeltvaguelythatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyears
önce
ago
lifemighthavebeen
bir
a
differentthingforher.
Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesof
bir
a
worldintowhichshemightoncehaveentered,thoughthe
kapı
door
wasforeverbarredtohernow.
Itwas
sadece
only
withinthelastyearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,thoughthelibrariantoldValancythathehadbeen
bir
a
well-knownwriterforseveralyears.
“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhad
sormuştu
asked
.
“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
olmalı
must
beaCanadian,butnomoreinformationcanbehad.
Hispublisherswon’tsaya
kelime
word
.
QuitelikelyJohnFosteris
bir
a
nomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’tkeeptheminatall,thoughI
gerçekten
really
can’tseewhatpeoplefindinthemtoraveover.”
“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
dedi
said
Valancy,timidly.
“Oh—well—”
MissClarksonsmiledin
bir
a
patronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’tsayIcare
çok
much
forbugsmyself.
ButcertainlyFosterseemsto
biliyor
know
allthereisto
biliyor
know
aboutthem.”
Valancydidn’t
bilmiyordu
know
whethershecaredmuchforbugseither.
ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
ve
and
insectlifethatenthralled
onu
her
.
Shecouldhardlysaywhatitwas—sometantalisinglureof
bir
a
mysteryneverrevealed—somehintof
bir
a
greatsecretjustalittlefurtheron—somefaint,elusiveechooflovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.
Evet
Yes
,shewouldgeta
yeni
new
Fosterbook.
Itwas
bir
a
monthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sosurely
Annem
Mother
couldnotobject.
Valancyhad
okumuştu
read
itfourtimes—sheknew
bütün
whole
passagesoffbyheart.
And—she
neredeyse
almost
thoughtshewouldgo
ve
and
seeDr.Trentaboutthatqueerpainaroundtheheart.
Ithadcomeratheroftenlately,
ve
and
thepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,nottospeakofanoccasionaldizzymoment
ve
and
aqueershortnessofbreath.
Ama
But
couldshegoto
görmeye
see
himwithouttellinganyone?
Itwas
bir
a
mostdaringthought.
NoneoftheStirlingseverconsulted
bir
a
doctorwithoutholdinga
aile
family
councilandgettingUncleJames’approval.
Then,they
gittiler
went
toDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,whohadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.
Ama
But
ValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
And,besides,shecouldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmilesaway,withoutbeingtaken
oraya
there
.
Shedidnotwantanyonetoknowaboutherheart.
Therewouldbe
böyle
such
afussmadeand
her
every
memberofthefamilywouldcomedown
ve
and
talkitoverandadviseher
ve
and
cautionherandwarnher
ve
and
tellherhorribletalesofgreat-aunts
ve
and
cousinsfortytimesremovedwhohadbeen“justlikethat”
ve
and
“droppeddeadwithoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshehad
her zaman
always
saidDosslookedlike
bir
a
girlwhowouldhave
kalp
heart
trouble—“sopinchedandpeakedalways”;
ve
and
UncleWellingtonwouldtakeitas
bir
a
personalinsult,when“noStirlingeverhad
kalp
heart
diseasebefore”;
andGeorgianawouldforebodeinperfectlyaudibleasidesthat“poor,
sevgili
dear
littleDossisn’tlongforthis
dünya
world
,I’mafraid”;
andCousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,myhearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatimpliednooneelsehadanybusiness
bile
even
tohaveaheart;
ve
and
Olive—Olivewouldmerelylook
güzel
beautiful
andsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,asifto
diyormuş
say
,“Whyallthisfussover
bir
a
fadedsuperfluitylikeDosswhenyouhaveme?”
Valancyfeltthatshecouldn’ttellanybodyunlessshehadto.
Shefelt
oldukça
quite
suretherewasnothingat
tüm
all
seriouslywrongwithher
kalbinde
heart
andnoneedof
tüm
all
thepotherthatwouldensueifshementionedit.
Shewould
sadece
just
slipupquietlyandseeDr.Trentthatvery
gün
day
.
Asforhisbill,she
vardı
had
thetwohundreddollarsthatherfather
vardı
had
putinthebankforherthe
gün
day
shewasborn.
Shewas
asla
never
allowedtouseeventheinterestofthis,
ama
but
shewouldsecretlytakeoutenoughto
ödeme
pay
Dr.Trent.
Dr.
Trentwas
bir
a
gruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,
ama
but
hewasarecognisedauthorityon
kalp
heart
disease,evenifhewere
sadece
only
ageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.
Dr.Trentwasoverseventy
ve
and
therehadbeenrumoursthathemeanttoretire
yakında
soon
.
NoneoftheStirlingclanhadever
gitmemişti
gone
tohimsincehehadtoldCousinGladys,
on
ten
yearsbefore,thatherneuritiswasallimaginary
ve
and
thatsheenjoyedit.
Youcouldn’tpatronise
bir
a
doctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewas
bir
a
PresbyterianwhenalltheStirlingswenttotheAnglicanchurch.
CHAPTERII
WhenCousinSticklesknockedatherdoor,Valancy
biliyordu
knew
itwashalf-pastseven
ve
and
shemustgetup.
Aslongasshecouldremember,CousinStickleshadknockedatherdoorathalf-pastseven.
CousinStickles
ve
and
Mrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenup
beri
since
seven,butValancywasallowedtolieabed
yarım
half
anhourlongerbecauseofa
aile
family
traditionthatshewasdelicate.
Valancygot
kadar
up
,thoughshehatedgetting
kadar
up
morethismorningthanevershehad
önce
before
.