Chapter 39 Chapter 01

I will not describe my full anger.I was astonished, though none of this was what I had expected; it seemed as if his hideousness had been beyond my expectation.Then again, I remember, I was feeling like Confused: I felt a kind of oppression, a stabbing pain in my heart, an incomparable trouble sucking my heart more and more, and I squeezed a cold sweat for Natasha.I had a premonition that her future was bleak and that she would suffer a lot, and I was in a trance , Worried, how can we turn evil into good fortune?How can this last blow be softened before the whole thing is brought to a close?This is coming to an end, there is no doubt about it.It is gradually approaching, but how it will end is quite a guess!

I didn't pay attention to how I got home, although it rained nonstop and drenched me all the way.It was three o'clock in the morning.I hadn't had time to knock on the door of my room when I heard a groan and the door opened hastily, as if Nellie hadn't Sleeping, has been guarding the door, waiting for me to come back.The candle was still burning.I glanced at Nellie's face, and I was startled: her face was completely transformed; her eyes were burning red like a fever, and she looked a little strange, as if she didn't recognize me. of.She has a high fever. "Nellie, what's the matter with you, are you ill?" I asked, leaning over her, and putting my arm around her.

She leaned against me tremblingly, as if frightened of something, and said something, very quickly, in fits and starts, as if waiting for me to come back and tell me about it.But her words were incoherent and sounded strange; I didn't understand, she was talking nonsense. I hurriedly put her on the bed.But she kept throwing herself on me, clinging to me as if she was frightened and begging someone to protect her. She had already crawled under the covers, still holding my hand, and holding on to it. very tight , as if afraid that I would run away again.I was greatly shocked, my nerves were greatly stimulated, and I cried seeing her like that.I am also sick.After she saw my tears, she stared at me for a long time without moving, as if

As if trying to think and think about something.Evidently, it took a lot of effort for her to do so.At last, as if she had figured something out, her face brightened; after a violent attack of her epilepsy, she was usually unable to ask questions for a while. Question, I can't speak clearly.This is how it is now: She tried so hard to say something to me, but seeing that I couldn't understand, she stretched out her little hand to wipe my tears, put her arms around my neck again, and pulled me to her Be there, kiss me. It was clear: while I wasn't home, her old problem had come back, and it had happened while she was standing by the door.Sober after the attack, she may not be able to recover for a long time.At this time, reality and delirium intertwine,

She must have thought of something very dreadful, a very dreadful thing.At the same time she was vaguely aware that I was coming back soon and would knock at the door, so she lay on the floor by the door, waiting vigilantly for my return, and when I knocked, she Just got up. "But why is she at the door anyway?" I thought, and then I was suddenly surprised to see that she was wearing a little leather jacket (I just bought it; an old business woman I knew came to sell it, and sometimes promised to pay on credit. , so I buy It can be seen that she was about to go out, and probably opened the door wherever she was going, when the epilepsy suddenly attacked her.Where does she want to go?At that time, was she already delirious?

However, her fever did not subside, and soon she fell into a state of deliriousness and talked nonsense.She has been ill twice since she came to live with me, but each time she was fine, and now she seems to be having a fever.I sat with her for about After half an hour, I moved a few chairs to lean against the sofa and lay down next to her with my clothes on, so that if she called me, I could wake up quickly.I didn't blow out the candle.Before I fell asleep, I looked up at her many times.Her face was pale; It was burnt and dry, and there were bloodstains on her mouth, probably from a bruise when she fell down; the frightened expression and a certain painful sadness on her face have not yet subsided, and even in her sleep, her face seemed to be full of pain and sadness.I made up my mind that if her condition worsened, tomorrow

Tian must go to the doctor as soon as possible, I am worried that she will not treat her as a fever. "The duke must have frightened her!" I thought, shuddering all over, and thinking suddenly of the woman the duke said threw the money in his face.