[Phantom of the Opera] Lover

Chapter 13

She had never hated him so much. She lifted her head and said coldly, " Go away.”

Lance looked at her in disbelief.

"Yes, I let you out."Lizzie drank another mouthful of brandy." Why are your eyes so big. Don't you listen with your eyes.”

"You —— you shouldn't swear.”

"I'm not only asking you to get around, but it's your shit."Lizzie said, his voice suddenly sounded sweet." I bought this wine, why can't I drink it?—— God, you don't think there are something you bought in this house, right? Do you know how much money you owe up to you?—— Yes, the poor vendors didn't ask you for money, but that doesn't mean you don't owe it. Your house, you and your family's food and clothing consumption, I am currently paying for it. What's wrong with a few drinks I have?—— Oh, don't show this expression, look at god's points, can you have a little brain, women drink will not destroy the world!”

But for Lance, his wife drinking brandy and putting "God" and "fart" together is indeed the destruction of the world —— The old world he has been maintaining carefully has disappeared.

In the old world, women are all delicate and lovely little things. A noble gentleman, the most important mission is to care for these little things, not let them hurt. All things conducive to masculinity —— war, fighting, gambling, hunting, drinking... no access to women for the sake of their safety. They are so delicate and so cute, it is best not to touch the outside world, only do sewing in the room.

But now, delicate and lovely little thing is swearing at him —— some coarse words, even he is ashamed to speak, she is like a treasure.

Lance stepped forward, trying to look gently, and said, " I know you are very sad about your father-in-law... but you shouldn 't drink. A woman's body is very fragile, and you have no corsets, so you are vulnerable. You may not know that your uterus will travel......" around your body

Before he had finished his exhortation, he was interrupted by Lizzie: " Come on, Mr.Earl. You just make me think you're so ignorant.”

Lance's face turned white: "Lizzie, this is the view of Hippocrates, the father of ancient Greek medicine, you can't......"

"Ancient Greece has long since fallen."Said Lizzie impatiently." If the uterus really runs around, I hope it will run into its mouth now and spit it out in your face.”

With that, she was really like a man chewing tobacco, spit saliva at him.

It was the scariest picture he had ever seen.

Lance's cultured voice trembled: "You... I......"

"Honey, don't force me to continue spitting," she tilted her head slightly and her voice became silky like honey. " Or, you know my throat has been very uncomfortable, so come to say some disgusting words and force me to spit on you?”

Lance completely said her, leaving with a stiff face.

If Lizzie were a man, he could argue with her, or fight her with chivalry, but she was a woman, and he could do nothing to her but leave in silence.

He did not understand why she did that to him. Did she not know that he was condescending to marry her?

His family was so prominent and so brilliant, that imperial times even had fiefs and hunting grounds, as well as the power to make coins. And what is her family? Her father is a rough, cunning speculators, for money, her mother is more dirty, is a —— that word, he think all feel dirty —— mixed blood.

He married her for his family.

He was a disgrace to the whole Charlotte family, the only man who did not marry his cousin. He had married a beautiful but savage hybrid. He had always dreamed of admitting something about it. He was under unimaginable pressure, but instead of passing the pressure on to her, he tried his best to take care of her.

He told himself that she also had merit, and that although she had no noble birth, she had beautiful blonde hair, and would not find her dirty blood if people did not ask around.

Moreover, most of the time she is very gentle, dignified and quiet, although the eyes turn, the whole face will appear cunning and rebellious —— but he can turn a blind eye, pretend that she is a virtuous wife.

Her father, who had a problem with her education, allowed her not to bind her waist, but saw that her natural waist was indeed much more touching than the thin waist like a bee, so he did not blame her.

But —— she actually drink liquor, also spit at him, like a big thick —— Lance pressed his chest, pale face thought, she has done this, why no longer diao a cigarette?

So, the next morning, he saw her while smoking, while drinking coffee, while reading the newspaper, the whole person broke down, even "you, you" can not say, and went out.

Lance apparently suffered another devastating blow, but Lizzie is too lazy to follow him.

These days, she was so bored that she could breathe fire, Lance, as her husband, failed to give her any comfort, but to her everywhere, she did not give him a ear, all in the face of the old god.

Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, actually putting together the truth from a stack of newspapers.

It turns out that as the prohibition campaign has intensified, many states have banned the manufacture and sale of alcohol, and Congress has not passed the amendment, but everyone thinks it is a matter of time. Sooner or later, the formal winery will go out of business.

In this case, many people smell a business opportunity and become bootleggers, who brew whisky in the moonlight, called it "moonshine", made a lot of money. Some people even make a fortune, more exaggerated than during the gold rush.

Adler was advised to get involved. He controlled the railroad and ship companies, and with his joining, the wine business became more favorable, and he had an island where sugar plantations were actually only 20 percent, and 80 percent of the lush, undeveloped virgin forest. If fully developed, they could not only monopolize the entire America, but also sell overseas, become the world's biggest vendor.

Her father rejected the offer and then disappeared.

Seeing this, Lizzie understood that her father was because of this profiteering, will disappear.

She settled down a little bit.

Involved in the interests, the father is safe, afraid is no disaster. But if it's for profit, the people behind it will worry.

Although she is no longer sad, but she has a strong impulse to take revenge, trying to find out who is the devil, and then fight back.

Like a blunt knife that had been honed, she had now become sharp, uncertain, and her beautiful black eyes would always spray her anger, and if the mistaken viscount had seen her, she would have swallowed the "gentle and tranquil comment."

With her lips, she wrote down all the bad things that had happened during this time, like a grudge child.

But she is serious, really intend to later slowly revenge on these people.

The first is the old lady who threw stones at her —— that day, she was so depressed that she wanted to go out to relax.

But Lance refused her to ride to the street, standing motionless in her face, even in a heroic gesture of "cross over me."

She pulled the REINS, looked at him with a straight face, see he really not let up, a boot, from his head across —— lightning between the fire, Lance reluctantly to escape, the head was still kicked out of a big bag, dizzy for a week.

Needless to say, this scene was naturally caught in the eyes of the neighbors.

From then on, they met her in the street and stopped greeting her.

An old woman in Saint-Germain, seeing her riding, would throw stones at her, Shouting, " Meitch!hussy! Faceless, shameless!”⑴

Of course, her imaginary revenge was just throwing the stone back; but the next day she was still asleep, and was awakened by a disturbance.

She got out of bed with sleepy eyes, gently lifted the corner of the velvet curtain, and saw the old lady riding in fear, —— her hands tied to the saddle, her feet fixed to the sides, —— walking on the avenue of Saint-Germain.

Someone helped her get revenge on the old lady.

Since then, the old lady has never been out of the house or threw stones at any one.

The author says:

Notes ⑴ from Richard Evans: the penguin Europe: competing power 1815-1914: once in Vienna, the young herminia saw a old lady let florist pick up small stones, on a table in the garden: " she sat behind the garden hedge, looking around, see a woman riding a bicycle. If any woman dared to ride before her, there would be a rain of rubble. The old countess threw a stone and cursed,'Meitch!hussy!'" That this kind of situation is true.