Chapter 17
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Just then, an envelope fell from the ceiling and fell in front of her.
Lizzie stared at the envelope, knowing intellectually that she should be startled, but her reason was busy thinking about what had trapped her, and she picked it up extremely calmly.
"The ghost letter."She blew her nose with her handkerchief and thought.
The envelope was six inches long and six inches wide, trimmed with gold edges, and viewed under the gas lamp, showing the looming rose pattern on the gold edge, sealed by a dark red skull.
Lizzie should have been surprised by the red skull. But she just thought calmly, " Ah, —— is really a ghost. It's just like a ghost story.”
She opened the envelope and spread out the paper:
"See you in the back garden at nine tonight.”
Signed with only one letter —— E.
Lizzie's first reaction was that the man was on purpose.
He entered her bedroom, but asked her to meet her in the back garden.
The back garden, what a good place!
Charlotte's back garden is only one wall apart from the Marquise's —— or a grass wall.
If it happened that the Marquise was having a dinner in the garden, she would date the ghost in full view of the public.
Even without a dinner party, the avenue. The men in the carriage were not afraid, and they would not look rude. But the cabmman is not the same, they are busy all day, it is the time to relax, then if someone came a little change, will inevitably attract their bright eyes —— but, it doesn't matter.
About her father, even if he asked her to receive him in front of Lance, she readily agreed.
Lizzie put down the stationery and looked at the ceiling. —— The nerves were so tight that the envelope fell down.
Of course, it was too late to see now, and the man could not hang on the wall like a bat, and drop the letter.
Lizzie stood up with her skirt and glanced at the time, and seven full she had two hours to dress herself.
I don't know what that person is for to help her —— best for money and beauty, because she has both. It's hard for anything else.
Lizzie didn't think the idea broke a moral line. She is not like other girls as rich sense of shame, will die to defend their chastity —— as early as in the girls' school, she was two bad girls with stealing the forbidden fruit, and tasted a lot of —— she also secretly suspected that his father also know this thing.
Think of this, she missed her father more, the world only parents will so unconditionally love her, unconditionally support her —— yes, she believes that the mother's love for her, as deep as his father's love for her, if not afraid of her criticism, how can risk her life to try folk prescription?
So, she must save her father, even if with the devil —— with the ghost trade.
Lizzie turned out a rose red evening dress in the cloakroom, her first dress at the ball, a corrugated silk skirt, a skirt fully twelve yards, covering two layers of pale pink hazy gauze, walking with a rustling sound, decorated with a black belt, extremely gorgeous and gorgeous.
Because the skirt hoop is no longer popular, but a skirt that makes the back of the waist rise up, she has also created a retro trend.
Lizzie took off her home gown, linen petticoat, the gorgeous rose dress, walked to the full-length mirror, her hands back, hooked the buttons of her corset, and pinned a ruby brooch on the low-cut collar.
She in the chin on the broad hat belt, the sense of shame inexplicably live again live up —— so a look, just like to seduce the ghost.
But within a few seconds, she forgot her shame, which was useless to her current predicament.
At nine o'clock, with an hour left. She went to the kitchen, opened the cupboard, poured a glass of brandy, and drank it up.
The burning wine drove away her fear and the desire to start.
She leaned against the cupboard and drank two more glasses. The wine, like a pair of scissors, snapped off the REINS of her thoughts. She squeezed her wine, and what if the ghost did not want her money or beauty... what should she do?
Is the.
She could find a way to make him interested in her beauty.
In this way, by eight or fifty, Lizzie had completely abandoned her shame.
She put down her brandy glass, gargle her mouth with Cologne perfume, and put her father's revolver in the pocket of her skirt. —— If the man was a gangster, she shot him away; avoid the servant, and stole to the back garden.
Unfortunately, the marquess next door was holding a dinner party, and the melody of waltz came faintly.
Lizzie walked into the pavilion in the back garden, her heart beating like a drum.
She bit her lower lip, opened her pocket watch, and stared firmly at the dial.
Eight fifty-eight, eight fifty-nine... the second hand began to move, she swallowed saliva and stared at the second hand without blinking.
—— nine o'clock.
She was about to fold her watch, at the same moment, a piece of black satin from her eyes.
Lizzie was surprised. It was too late to turn back. A hand came out of the darkness, holding on to her wrist —— she shivered subconsciously, and this hand was burning hot like a charcoal fire!
He buckled her and pulled back.
She involuntarily took two steps back.
He easily held her in place, tying the black satin to her eyes.
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