CHAPTERI
Ifithadnotrainedon
bir
acertainMaymorningValancyStirling’stüm
wholelifewouldhavebeentamamen
entirelydifferent.Shewouldhavegone,
ile
withtherestofherclan,toTeyze
AuntWellington’sengagementpicnicandDr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.Ama
Butitdidrainandyoushallduyacaksın
hearwhathappenedtoherbecauseofit.Valancywakened
erken
early,inthelifeless,hopelesssaatte
hourjustprecedingdawn.Shehadnot
uyumamıştı
sleptverywell.Onedoesnotsleep
iyi
well,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,ve
andunmarried,inacommunityve
andconnectionwheretheunmarriedaresadece
simplythosewhohavefailedtogetaman.Deerwood
ve
andtheStirlingshadlongsincerelegatedValancytoumutsuz
hopelessoldmaidenhood.ButValancyherselfhad
hiç
neverquiterelinquishedacertainacınası
pitiful,shamed,littlehopethatRomantizm
Romancewouldcomeherwayyet—never,kadar
untilthiswet,horriblemorning,whenshewakenedtothefactthatshewastwenty-nineve
andunsoughtbyanyman.Ay,therelaythesting.
Valancydidnotmindso
kadar
muchbeinganoldmaid.Afterall,shethought,being
bir
anoldmaidcouldn’tpossiblybeaskorkunç
dreadfulasbeingmarriedtobir
anUncleWellingtonoranAmca
UncleBenjamin,orevenanAmca
UncleHerbert.Whathurtherwasthatshehadneverhadachancetobe
şey
anythingbutanoldmaid.Nomanhadever
arzulamamıştı
desiredher.Thetearscameintohereyesasshelaythere
yalnız
aloneinthefaintlygreyingdarkness.Shedarednotletherself
ağlamaya
cryashardasshewantedto,fortworeasons.Shewasafraidthatcryingmightbringon
başka
anotherattackofthatpainaroundtheheart.Shehadhad
bir
aspellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherworsethananyshehadhadyet.Ve
Andshewasafraidhermotherwouldfark
noticeherredeyesatbreakfastve
andkeepatherwithminute,ısrarcı
persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthenedeni
causethereof.“Suppose,”thoughtValancywith
bir
aghastlygrin,“Iansweredwiththeplaintruth,‘IamcryingbecauseIcannotolsa
getmarried.’HowhorrifiedMotherolsa
wouldbe—thoughsheisashamedher
everydayofherlifeofheryaşlı
oldmaiddaughter.”Butofcourseappearancesshouldbekeptup.
“Itisnot,”Valancycouldhearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlytothinkaboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshe
vardı
hadasenseofhumournobodyinherclansuspected.For
bu
thatmatter,therewereagoodbirçok
manythingsaboutValancythatnobodysuspected.Ama
Butherlaughterwasverysuperficialve
andpresentlyshelaythere,bir
ahuddled,futilelittlefigure,dinliyordu
listeningtotherainpouringdowndışarıda
outsideandwatching,withahasta
sickdistaste,thechill,mercilessışığı
lightcreepingintoherugly,sordidroom.She
biliyordu
knewtheuglinessofthatroombyheart—knewitve
andhatedit.Theyellow-painted
zemin
floor,withonehideous,“hooked”halı
rugbythebed,withagrotesk
grotesque,“hooked”dogonit,hep
alwaysgrinningatherwhensheawoke;thefaded,dark-red
kağıt
paper;theceilingdiscolouredby
eski
oldleaksandcrossedbycracks;the
dar
narrow,pinchedlittlewashstand;thebrown-paperlambrequinwith
mor
purplerosesonit;thespotted
eski
oldlooking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,proppedupontheinadequatedressing-table;thejarof
eski
ancientpotpourrimadebyhermotherinhermythicalbalayı
honeymoon;theshell-coveredbox,with
bir
oneburstcorner,whichCousinStickleshadmadeinheraynı derecede
equallymythicalgirlhood;thebeadedpincushionwith
yarısı
halfitsbeadfringegone;the
bir
onestiff,yellowchair;thefadedoldmotto,“Gone
ama
butnotforgotten,”workedincolouredyarnshakkında
aboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrimoldyüzü
face;theoldphotographsofancientrelativeslongbanishedfromtheroomsbelow.
Therewere
sadece
onlytwopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.One,an
yaşlı
oldchromoofapuppysittingonayağmurlu
rainydoorstep.ThatpicturealwaysmadeValancy
mutsuz
unhappy.Thatforlornlittledogcrouchedonthedoorstepinthedrivingrain!
Neden
Whydidn’tsomeoneopenthekapıyı
doorandlethimin?The
diğer
otherpicturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouisecomingdownbir
astairway,whichAuntWellingtonhadlavishlygivenheronheronuncu
tenthbirthday.Fornineteenyearsshehad
baktı
lookedatitandhatedit,güzel
beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.Ama
Butsheneverdareddestroyitya da
orremoveit.Motherand
Kuzen
CousinStickleswouldhavebeenaghast,ya da
or,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,wouldhavehadbir
afit.Everyroominthe
evin
housewasugly,ofcourse.Ama
Butdownstairsappearanceswerekeptkadar
upsomewhat.Therewasno
para
moneyforroomsnobodyeversaw.Valancy
bazen
sometimesfeltthatshecouldhavedonesomethingforherodası
roomherself,evenwithoutmoney,eğer
ifshewerepermitted.Buther
annesi
motherhadnegativedeverytimidsuggestionve
andValancydidnotpersist.Valancy
hiç
neverpersisted.Shewasafraidto.
Her
annesi
mothercouldnotbrookopposition.Mrs.Stirlingwouldsulkfordaysifoffended,withtheairsof
bir
aninsultedduchess.Theonly
şey
thingValancylikedaboutherroomwasthatshecouldbeyalnız
alonethereatnighttocryeğer
ifshewantedto.But,afterall,whatdiditmatterif
bir
aroom,whichyouusedforhiçbir şey
nothingexceptsleepinganddressingin,wereçirkin
ugly?Valancywasneverpermittedtostay
yalnız
aloneinherroomforanybaşka
otherpurpose.Peoplewhowantedtobe
yalnız
alone,soMrs.FrederickStirlingve
andCousinSticklesbelieved,couldsadece
onlywanttobealoneforsomesinisteramaç
purpose.Butherroominthe
Mavi
BlueCastlewaseverythingaodası
roomshouldbe.Valancy,socowed
ve
andsubduedandoverriddenandsnubbedingerçek
reallife,waswonttobırakmaya
letherselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.NobodyintheStirlingclan,
ya da
oritsramifications,suspectedthis,leastofallherannesi
motherandCousinStickles.They
hiç
neverknewthatValancyhadiki
twohomes—theuglyredbrickkutusu
boxofahome,onElmStreet,ve
andtheBlueCastleinSpain.Valancyhad
yaşıyordu
livedspirituallyintheBlueKale
Castleeversinceshecouldremember.Shehadbeen
bir
averytinychildwhenshefoundherselfpossessedofit.Her zaman
Always,whensheshuthereyes,shecouldseeitaçıkça
plainly,withitsturretsandbannersonthepine-claddağ
mountainheight,wrappedinitssoluk
faint,blueloveliness,againstthesunsetskiesofbir
afairandunknownland.Everythingwonderful
ve
andbeautifulwasinthatcastle.Jewelsthatqueensmighthaveworn;
robesof
ay ışığı
moonlightandfire;couchesof
gül
rosesandgold;longflightsof
sığ
shallowmarblesteps,withgreat,beyaz
whiteurns,andwithslender,mist-cladmaidensgoingyukarı
upanddownthem;courts,marble-pillared,whereshimmeringfountainsfell
ve
andnightingalessangamongthemyrtles;hallsofmirrorsthatreflected
sadece
onlyhandsomeknightsandlovelywomen—herselftheloveliestofall,forwhoseglancemendied.Allthatsupportedherthroughtheboredomofherdayswasthehopeofgoingona
rüya
dreamspreeatnight.Most,ifnotall,oftheStirlingswouldhavediedofhorroriftheyhadknown
yarısını
halfthethingsValancydidinherMavi
BlueCastle.Foronethingshe
vardı
hadquiteafewloversinit.Oh,
sadece
onlyoneatatime.Onewhowooedherwith
tüm
alltheromanticardouroftheageofchivalryve
andwonherafterlongdevotionve
andmanydeedsofderring-do,ve
andwasweddedtoherwithpompve
andcircumstanceinthegreat,banner-hungchapeloftheMavi
BlueCastle.Attwelve,this
aşık
loverwasafairladwithaltın
goldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.Atfifteen,hewastall
ve
anddarkandpale,butyine de
stillnecessarilyhandsome.Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,
manevi
spiritual.Attwenty-five,hehad
bir
aclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,ve
andafacestrongandruggedyerine
ratherthanhandsome.Valancynever
büyümedi
grewolderthantwenty-fiveinherMavi
BlueCastle,butrecently—veryrecently—herherovardı
hadhadreddish,tawnyhair,bir
atwistedsmileandagizemli
mysteriouspast.Idon’tsayValancy
kasıtlı olarak
deliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrewthem.One
sadece
simplyfadedawayasanothercame.Thingsare
çok
veryconvenientinthisrespectinMavi
BlueCastles.But,onthis
sabah
morningofherdayoffate,Valancycouldnotbulamadı
findthekeyofherMavi
BlueCastle.Realitypressedonher
çok
toohardly,barkingatherheelsgibi
likeamaddeninglittledog.Shewastwenty-nine,
yalnız
lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—theonlyhomelykızı
girlinahandsomeclan,withnopastve
andnofuture.Asfarasshecouldlookback,
hayat
lifewasdrabandcolourless,withnotonesinglecrimsonya da
orpurplespotanywhere.Asfarasshecouldlookforwardit
görünüyordu
seemedcertaintobejusttheaynısı
sameuntilshewasnothingbutbir
asolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingtobir
awintrybough.Themomentwhen
bir
awomanrealisesthatshehasnothingtoyaşamak
livefor—neitherlove,duty,purposene
norhope—holdsforherthebitternessofdeath.“AndIjusthavetogoon
yaşamaya
livingbecauseIcan’tstop.Imay
zorunda
havetoliveeightyyears,”thoughtValancy,inbir
akindofpanic.“We’reall
korkunç
horriblylong-lived.Itsickensmetothinkofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—or
daha doğrusu
rather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedthatitwasraining.There
olmayacaktı
wouldbenopicnicthatgün
day.Thisannualpicnic,whereby
Teyze
AuntandUncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementatbir
apicnicthirtyyearsbefore,hadbeen,oflateyears,bir
averitablenightmaretoValancy.By
bir
animpishcoincidenceitwasthesamegün
dayasherbirthdayand,sonra
aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,kimse
nobodyletherforgetit.Kadar
Muchasshehatedgoingtothepicnic,itetse
wouldneverhaveoccurredtohertorebelkarşı
againstit.Thereseemedtobenothingofthe
devrimci
revolutionaryinhernature.Andshe
biliyordu
knewexactlywhateveryonewouldsaytoheratthepicnic.Amca
UncleWellington,whomshedislikedve
anddespisedeventhoughhehadfulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”wouldsaytoherinapig’swhisper,“Notthinkingofgettingmarriedyet,mydear?”ve
andthengooffintothebellowofkahkaha
laughterwithwhichheinvariablyconcludedhissıkıcı
dullremarks.AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,wouldtellheraboutOlive’s
yeni
newchiffondressandCecil’sson
lastdevotedletter.Valancywould
zorunda
havetolookaspleasedve
andinterestedasiftheelbise
dressandletterhadbeenhersorelseTeyze
AuntWellingtonwouldbeoffended.Ve
AndValancyhadlongagokarar
decidedthatshewouldratherrahatsız
offendGodthanAuntWellington,çünkü
becauseGodmightforgiveherama
butAuntWellingtonneverwould.Teyze
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,withanamiablehabitofher zaman
alwaysreferringtoherhusbandas“he,”asifhewerethetek
onlymalecreatureintheworld,whocouldasla
neverforgetthatshehadbeenabüyük
greatbeautyinheryouth,wouldcondolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.“Idon’t
bilmiyorum
knowwhyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.WhenIwas
bir
agirlmyskinwasgül
rosesandcream.Iwascountedtheprettiest
kızı
girlinCanada,mydear.”Belki
PerhapsUncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—orbelki
perhapshewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’regetting,Doss!”Ve
Andtheneverybodywouldlaughovertheexcessivelyesprili
humorousideaofpoor,scrawnyküçük
littleDossgettingfat.Handsome,
ciddi
solemnUncleJames,whomValancydislikedama
butrespectedbecausehewasreputedtobeveryzeki
cleverandwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnonetooplentifulintheStirlingconnection—wouldmuhtemelen
probablyremarkwiththeowl-likesarcasmthathadwonhimhisitibar
reputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusywithyourhope-chestthesedays?”Ve
AndUncleBenjaminwouldasksomeofhisiğrenç
abominableconundrums,betweenwheezychuckles,ve
andanswerthemhimself.“Whatisthe
fark
differencebetweenDossandafare
mouse?“Themousewishesto
zarar
harmthecheeseandDossistiyor
wishestocharmthehe’s.”Valancyhad
duymuştu
heardhimaskthatriddlefiftytimesve
andeverytimeshewantedtoatmak
throwsomethingathim.Butshe
asla
neverdid.Inthefirstplace,theStirlings
sadece
simplydidnotthrowthings;inthesecondplace,
Amca
UncleBenjaminwasawealthyve
andchildlessoldwidowerandValancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefearve
andadmonitionofhismoney.Eğer
Ifsheoffendedhimheederse
wouldcutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewereinit.Valancydidnot
istemedi
wanttobecutoutofAmca
UncleBenjamin’swill.Shehadbeen
fakir
poorallherlifeandbiliyordu
knewthegallingbitternessofit.Soshe
katlandı
enduredhisriddlesandevensmiledtorturedküçük
littlesmilesoverthem.AuntIsabel,downright
ve
anddisagreeableasaneastwind,wouldcriticiseherinsomeway—Valancycouldnottahmin
predictjusthow,forAuntIsabelasla
neverrepeatedacriticism—shefoundşey
somethingnewwithwhichtojabyouher
everytime.AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshethought,
ama
butdidn’tlikeitsowellwhenotherpeoplesaidwhattheythoughttoona
her.Valancyneversaidwhatshethought.
Kuzen
CousinGeorgiana—namedafterhergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamedafterGeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesoftüm
allrelativesandfriendswhohaddiedsincetheson
lastpicnicandwonder“whichofuswillbethefirsttogonext.”Oppressively
yetenekli
competent,AuntMildredwouldtalkendlesslyofherhusbandve
andherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,çünkü
becauseValancywouldbetheonlyoneshecouldfindtoputupwithit.Forthe
aynı
samereason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstKuzen
CousinGladysonceremoved,accordingtothesıkı
strictwayinwhichtheStirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,zayıf
thinladywhoadmittedshehadbir
asensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutelythetorturesofherneuritis.Ve
AndOlive,thewondergirlofthetüm
wholeStirlingclan,whohadeverythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popülerlik
popularity,love,—wouldshowoffhergüzellik
beautyandpresumeonherpopülerlik
popularityandflauntherdiamondinsigniaofaşk
loveinValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.Therewouldbe
hiçbiri
noneofallthistoday.Ve
Andtherewouldbenopackingupofteaspoons.Thepackingupwas
her zaman
alwaysleftforValancyandKuzen
CousinStickles.Andonce,sixyears
önce
ago,asilverteaspoonfromTeyze
AuntWellington’sweddingsethadbeenlost.Valancy
hiç
neverheardthelastofo
thatsilverteaspoon.Itsghost
göründü
appearedBanquo-likeateverysubsequentaile
familyfeast.Oh,yes,Valancy
biliyordu
knewexactlywhatthepicnicwouldbelikeve
andsheblessedtherainthathadsavedherfromit.There
olmayacak
wouldbenopicnicthisyıl
year.IfAuntWellingtoncouldnot
kutlama
celebrateonthesacreddayitselfshewouldhavenokutlama
celebrationatall.Thankwhatevergodstherewereforthat.
Sincethere
ederse
wouldbenopicnic,Valancymadeuphermindthat,eğer
iftherainheldupintheöğleden sonra
afternoon,shewouldgouptothelibraryandgetbaşka
anotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.Valancywas
asla
neverallowedtoreadnovels,ama
butJohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.Theywere“naturebooks”—sothe
kütüphaneci
librariantoldMrs.FrederickStirling—“allhakkında
aboutthewoodsandbirdsve
andbugsandthingslikebu
that,youknow.”SoValancywasallowedtoreadthem—under
protesto
protest,foritwasonlytooevidentthatsheenjoyedthemtoomuch.Itwaspermissible,
hatta
evenlaudable,toreadtogeliştirmek
improveyourmindandyourreligion,ama
butabookthatwaszevkli
enjoyablewasdangerous.Valancydidnot
bilmiyordu
knowwhetherhermindwasbeingimprovedornot;ama
butshefeltvaguelythatifshehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyearsönce
agolifemighthavebeenbir
adifferentthingforher.They
görünüyordu
seemedtohertoyieldglimpsesofbir
aworldintowhichshemightoncehaveentered,thoughthekapı
doorwasforeverbarredtohernow.Itwas
sadece
onlywithinthelastyearthatJohnFoster’sbookshadbeenintheDeerwoodlibrary,thoughthekütüphaneci
librariantoldValancythathehadbeenbir
awell-knownwriterforseveralyears.“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancyhad
sormuştu
asked.“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
olmalı
mustbeaCanadian,butnomorebilgi
informationcanbehad.Hispublisherswon’tsaya
kelime
word.QuitelikelyJohnFosteris
bir
anomdeplume.Hisbooksareso
popüler
popularwecan’tkeeptheminatall,thoughIgerçekten
reallycan’tseewhatpeoplefindinthemtoraveover.”“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
dedi
saidValancy,timidly.“Oh—well—”
MissClarkson
gülümsedi
smiledinapatronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’tsayIcareçok
muchforbugsmyself.But
kesinlikle
certainlyFosterseemstoknowallthereistobiliyor
knowaboutthem.”Valancydidn’t
bilmiyordu
knowwhethershecaredmuchforbugseither.ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeof
vahşi
wildcreaturesandinsectlifethatenthralledonu
her.Shecouldhardlysaywhatitwas—sometantalising
cazibesi
lureofamysteryneverrevealed—someipucu
hintofagreatsecretjustbir
alittlefurtheron—somefaint,elusiveechoofgüzel
lovely,forgottenthings—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.Evet
Yes,shewouldgetayeni
newFosterbook.Itwas
bir
amonthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sokesinlikle
surelyMothercouldnotobject.Valancyhad
okumuştu
readitfourtimes—sheknewbütün
wholepassagesoffbyheart.And—she
neredeyse
almostthoughtshewouldgove
andseeDr.Trentaboutthatqueerağrı
painaroundtheheart.Ithadcome
oldukça
ratheroftenlately,andthepalpitationswerebecomingrahatsız edici
annoying,nottospeakofanoccasionaldizzymomentve
andaqueershortnessofnefes
breath.Butcouldshegoto
görmeye
seehimwithouttellinganyone?Itwas
bir
amostdaringthought.NoneoftheStirlingsever
danışmadı
consultedadoctorwithoutholdingbir
afamilycouncilandgettingAmca
UncleJames’approval.Then,they
gittiler
wenttoDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,whohadmarriedSecondKuzen
CousinAdelaideStirling.ButValancydislikedDr.Ambrose
Marsh
Marsh.And,besides,shecouldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmilesaway,withoutbeingtaken
oraya
there.Shedidnotwantanyonetoknowaboutherheart.
Therewouldbe
böyle
suchafussmadeandher
everymemberofthefamilywouldcomedownve
andtalkitoverandtavsiye
adviseherandcautionherve
andwarnherandtellherkorkunç
horribletalesofgreat-auntsandcousinsfortytimesremovedwhohadbeen“justlikethat”ve
and“droppeddeadwithoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”Teyze
AuntIsabelwouldrememberthatshehadher zaman
alwayssaidDosslookedlikebir
agirlwhowouldhavekalp
hearttrouble—“sopinchedandpeakedalways”;ve
andUncleWellingtonwouldtakeitasbir
apersonalinsult,when“noStirlingeverhadkalp
heartdiseasebefore”;andGeorgianawouldforebodein
mükemmel
perfectlyaudibleasidesthat“poor,sevgili
dearlittleDossisn’tlongforthisdünya
world,I’mafraid”;andCousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,myhearthasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatimpliednooneelsehadanybusiness
bile
eventohaveaheart;ve
andOlive—Olivewouldmerelylookgüzel
beautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglysağlıklı
healthy,asiftosay,“Whyallbu
thisfussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDosswhenyouhaveme?”Valancyfeltthatshecouldn’ttellanybodyunlessshehadto.
Shefelt
oldukça
quitesuretherewasnothingattüm
allseriouslywrongwithherkalbinde
heartandnoneedoftüm
allthepotherthatwouldensueifshementionedit.Shewould
sadece
justslipupquietlyandseeDr.Trentthatverygün
day.Asforhisbill,she
vardı
hadthetwohundreddollarsthatherfathervardı
hadputinthebankforherthegün
dayshewasborn.Shewas
asla
neverallowedtouseeventheinterestofthis,ama
butshewouldsecretlytakeoutenoughtoödeme
payDr.Trent.Dr.
Trentwas
bir
agruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,ama
buthewasarecognisedauthorityonkalp
heartdisease,evenifheweresadece
onlyageneralpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.Dr.Trentwasoverseventy
ve
andtherehadbeenrumoursthathemeanttoemekli
retiresoon.NoneoftheStirlingclanhadever
gitmemişti
gonetohimsincehehadtoldKuzen
CousinGladys,tenyearsbefore,thatherneuritiswasallhayali
imaginaryandthatsheenjoyedit.Youcouldn’tpatronise
bir
adoctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewasbir
aPresbyterianwhenalltheStirlingswenttotheAnglicanchurch.Bölüm
CHAPTERIIWhenCousinSticklesknockedatherdoor,Valancy
biliyordu
knewitwashalf-pastsevenve
andshemustgetup.Aslongasshecouldremember,
Kuzen
CousinStickleshadknockedatherdoorathalf-pastyedi
seven.CousinSticklesandMrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenup
beri
sinceseven,butValancywasallowedtolieabedyarım
halfanhourlongerbecauseofaaile
familytraditionthatshewashassas
delicate.Valancygotup,thoughshehatedgetting
kadar
upmorethismorningthanevershehadönce
before.