Super Trick or Treat System

We have been walking for nearly three hours, when the mechanical carriage passed the gate of Limerick Palace again.

On the way back, I asked the ladies to follow my instructions the next afternoon to make their first opinion. When they took off their clothes and went to dinner, and when I was alone in my small living room again, my spirit seemed to leave me suddenly. I feel uncomfortable, dissatisfied with myself, I hardly know why. Perhaps it is the first time that I realize that we over-enjoy the fun of driving as a guest, but rarely as a master painter. Perhaps when I was first introduced to her, what puzzled me was that whether in the young lady or in myself, a strange feeling of wanting to be absent still bothered me. In any case, when dinner time frees me from loneliness, it makes me very relieved.

When I entered the living room, I was attracted by the wonderful contrast of the clothes they are now wearing, rather than surprised by the materials rather than the colors. The wife and the young lady are well-dressed. Everyone is the most mature. The first one wore silver-gray, and the second one wore delicate evening primrose yellow, which matched the dark complexion and black hair well. , Miss dressed plainly in plain white muslin. It is spotless, pure and flawless: it is beautifully dressed; but it is still the kind of clothes that a poor man’s wife or daughter might wear, which makes her, in terms of external factors, look less environmentally than her own tutor some. Later, when I learned to know more about Miss Fairlie’s character, I found that this strange opposite was wrong because of her innate sense of delicateness and natural aversion to the slightest display of her own property. Neither the wife nor the young lady can induce her to let the advantage of dressing abandon two poor ladies and lean towards a rich lady.

After dinner, we returned to the living room together. Although the gentleman imitated the noble courtesy of the emperor who picked up the paintbrush for him, he had instructed his butler to consult my wishes on the wines I might want after dinner, but I firmly resisted my sitting in a civilized foreign plan during my stay. Sitting alone in the bottle of my own choice is extraordinarily solemn, wise enough to ask the ladies to leave the table habitually.

We withdrew the living room for the rest of tonight, which is located on the first floor and has the same shape and size as the breakfast room. The large glass door at the lower end leads to the terrace, and the entire terrace is beautifully decorated with flowers on it. The soft, hazy twilight only hides the leaves and flowers when we enter the room to harmonize with our sober tones, while the sweet evening floral fragrance greets us through the open glass door. The very good Mrs. Weixi is always the first person to sit down at the party. She has an armchair around the corner and sleeps comfortably. At my request, Miss Fairley put herself on the piano. When I followed her to the seat next to the instrument,

When I was writing, the family picture of the peaceful living room came back to me vividly and vividly! From where I was sitting, I could see Miss Halcomb's graceful figure, half in soft light and half in mysterious shadow, bent intently on her knees. And beside me, the beautiful image of the piano player is precisely defined against the background of the slightly deepened inner wall of the room. On the outside terrace, the clusters of flowers, the long grass and the creeper were waving softly in the evening breeze, and the rustling sound never reached us. There are no dark clouds in the sky, and the mystery of the moonlight at dawn has begun to tremble in the Eastern Paradise area. The feeling of peace and seclusion calmed all thoughts and feelings and became plain. When the soft breath of Mozart's music was stolen from the piano, the tranquility hovered deeper and deeper with the deeper and deeper light. It was an audiovisual night, and the sound will never be forgotten.

All of us sat quietly where we chose. Still sleeping, the lady is still playing, the lady is still reading-until the light disappoints us. By this time, the moon had stolen onto the terrace, and the soft and mysterious light had slanted through the lower end of the room. The dim change is so beautiful that when the servant brought the lamp in, with our mutual consent, we lighted the lamp so that the large room was not illuminated, except for the dim light of the two candles on the piano.

The music continued for another half an hour. Afterwards, enjoying the beauty of the moonlight on the terrace tempted the lady to go out and have a look, and then I followed her. After lighting the candles on the piano, Miss Halcomb changed positions in order to continue checking the letters with their assistance. We put her on a low chair on the side of the instrument, so focused on her reading that she didn't seem to notice when we walked around.

We should stay together on the terrace, right in front of the glass door, for about five minutes. According to my suggestion, Miss Fairley just tied her white handkerchief to her head in case of the night sky – when I heard Miss Halcomb’s voice, it was low, eager, and from the natural lively tone Changed-I pronounced my name.

She said, "Mr. Hartwright, can you come here for a minute? I want to talk to you."

I immediately entered the room again. The piano stopped about halfway down the inner wall. The young lady was sitting on the side of the instrument furthest from the terrace. The letters were scattered on her lap. She picked one of them and held the candle tightly. On the side closest to the terrace, there was a low stool, and I replaced me. In this position, I was not far from the glass door, and I could clearly see Miss Fairley as she passed and re-passed the opening on the terrace, walking slowly from start to finish under the moonlight.

Miss Holcomb said: "I hope you will listen as I read the concluding paragraph of this letter." "Tell me if you think they have any inspiration for your wonderful adventure to London. This letter is my mother. Written to her second husband, Mr. Fairley, dated eleven to twelve years since then, the Fairleys and my half-sister Laura already lived in this house. For several years; and I left them, they finished their studies in a school in Paris."

She looked and talked seriously, and, as I thought, was also a little disturbed. At the moment she started to read the letter from the candle, Miss Fairlie passed us on the terrace, looked for a moment, found that we were engaged, and walked slowly over.

Miss Halcombe began to read as follows:

"\'Dear Philip, you will never hear things about my school and scholars, and you will feel tired. Put the blame on prayer, not on my own ordinary life. Besides, this time I have something very Interesting things to tell you a new scholar.

"\'You know the old Mrs. Camp in the country shop. Well, after years of illness, the doctor finally gave up on her. She is slowly dying every day. Her only life partner, an older sister, arrived last week. It’s from Hampshire-her name is Mrs. Kesselwick. Mrs. Kesselwick came here to see me four days ago and brought her only child, a cute little girl one year older than her . Our dear Laura-\'"

When the last sentence fell from the reader's mouth, Miss Fairley passed us on the terrace again. She is singing softly, which is one of the melody she plays in the evening. The lady waited until she disappeared again, and then continued to write-

It may last for several months; Mrs. Catherrick’s purpose is to allow her daughter Anne to benefit from my school, but on the condition that after Mrs. Kemper’s death, she is taken home from school with her mother. I immediately agreed. When I went for a walk with Laura, we brought the little girl to school that day when she was only eleven. "

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