Chapter 9
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Half an hour later, Lizzie was respectfully sent out of the theatre by the theatre owner. The theatre, of course, was bought by Adler and given to her as a little gift.
Adler took off his long coat and threw it over her shoulder to put her side in the saddle, while he pulled the horse like a valet and walked her in the street.
In fact, he could have put her in the carriage and ridden to her, but fearing that the dust from the horse's hooves would choke her, he insisted on sitting on the horse, and he led the horse in front, whether the legs would splash mud or not.
People say that Edler has indulged her so much that he is going to ruin her someday. But it is precisely because of doting, she can calmly deal with the suitors, not easily fall into a sweet trap.
Lizzie felt that she would not even dare to wear a corset if not for her father's indulgence.
She did not want to show off their waist can surround the necklace, and carry a bottle of smell salt, more do not want to every morning because of the waist and faint past —— she believes that other girls also think so, but they do not have her family atmosphere, dare to be responsible for the waist mammy say "no".
Lizzie knew that as long as she cried like the other girls, her father would rather break up with the upper class than marry her to an aristocrat.
However, she would rather marry a straw bag, rather than let Edler bear the gossip that she could not marry out.
"Oh, that's annoying," Lizzie thought. " Why don't I get married and people think dad ruined me?”
"Little girl," Adler broke the silence with a smile, " I hear you have told others that your grandmother is a humble woman.”
Lizzie tilted his head and looked innocent: " The Europeans know nothing about the Chinese. Even if I told them that my grandmother was a serious girl and had attended college, they would not believe it.”
Adler smiled. " Reasonable explanation, then I will pretend not to know, you want to scare away the poor Sir Earl.”
"Why, call him a count, he always insists that he is a Viscount.”
"Is it?”
"yes.”
Seeing her so sure, Edler also suspected that he was wrong. Father and daughter did not struggle much about the question, but both agreed that the man was the viscount.
"So, you did not see Mr.Viscount."Adler said.
"Who has a crush on that person!"Lizzie said angrily," If I were married, I could almost imagine how he would —— wake up and he would say in my ear, 'Oh, baby, in Paris, blonickers are outdated, if I were you, I would wear that lace strip.'"She deliberately spoke with saliva, to imitate the strong French accent.
Adler could not help laughing: " My young lady, I am actually very worried, to keep you so clever and lively, for you, whether it is good or bad.”
Lizzie waved his hand carelessly: " I don't show this side, it's over.”
"All I can say is that the fox cannot hide its tail. After this, I now want to know if you have a noble youth.”
Lizzie was immediately very embarrassed.
She was afraid to answer, "Not even one," and Adler would read her mind and drive away all the noble youths. The noble men, though they have pursued her very hard and please her, would never propose to her after her father has chased her.
If she had not married a young aristocrat, but found a rich son in New York, the whole Edler family would have been completely out of the upper class.
Crucially, it is better to marry a noble, and those rich men are not as rich as her father.
She knew that they needed the status of aristocrats, just as they needed their wealth.
In this case of mutual need, the marriage relationship will be more stable than the ordinary marriage.
Moreover, with money in her hand, she did not have to master the whole picture wisely and serve her husband gracefully. She could live as much as she wanted, as if she were by her father.
At the thought, she resolved, and her mind struck with a candidate, Count —— Lance de Charlotte.
It was the only aristocratic youth that she remembered and liked.
"Well, Mr. —— de Charlotte is quite right," she tried, naturally, "he is handsome, very cultured, and polite, the most aristocratic......" of those men
Adler nodded slowly. " Very good.”
"What's wrong, Dad."She was guilty.
"I finally have reason to pick up the gun duel," Edler pretended, " dare to take my little baby!”
Lizzie breathed a sigh of relief, with a cold sweat and a complaining voice: " Dad!”
Adler's eyes were very serious: " Don't take me so seriously, miss. If he treats you badly, I really fight him. Of course, I'll teach you how to use a gun in case I can't get there in time and you can kill him himself.”
One of Lizzie's favorite things about her father is that although he calls her "little girl", he doesn't really treat her as a fragile little girl.
He dared to tell her anything, he dared to tell her everything, to the party anecdotes, to the past war experience —— her first cup of brandy, is her father encouraged her to drink.
If the father was not so special upbringing, she may never have the courage to set fire to save people —— probably like the viscount, was scared by the gunfire and blood, and then fled.
Alas, not wonder what happened to Eric, she thought. Can he really handle his wounds like that?
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Will he survive?
He must live on to live.
Everything in front of me is so vague, like a mist of blood. Head very dizzy. The hands and feet are already out of place. But he must live on it. Before the train started, he crawled into the luggage compartment.
Half an hour later, the train got started. A guard put his hands in his pocket, hummed a ditty, and came over.
At once he held him from behind, like a ghost, with a poisonous scream in his throat: " Raise your hand.”
The guard slowly raised his hand.
He remained silent, removing the left wheel of the guard holster, clean and agile, showing no injury on his shoulder.
"But, is it ok?”
"Never silent, unless you live enough."He said indifferent, loading the left wheel, pressed against the back of the guard's back, and continued searching.
Soon, he found the key to the luggage case in the interlayer of the guard jacket and found cigarettes and matches in his trouser pocket.
I get everything I want. Looking cold, he mercilessly stunned the guard with the butt of his gun.
Open the suitcase and find the knife and the candle. He sat down and began the second operation, more calm and cruel than before. When the knife burned red on the candle flame, he mercilessly cut open the purple and black blood scab, rotated, twisted, and cut out the deep bullets.
Putting the bullet aside, he bit off the bottle of the wine and took a gulsip before pouring the rest of the liquor over the wound.
For a moment, the pain on the shoulder was like being bitten by an alligator.
He turned his head, clenched his fist, and a thick veins came out of his neck. His throat's apple slid heavily, and he was covered in cold sweat.
Yes, it hurts, it hurts. But he doesn't care, he only cares about one thing —— Why did she save him?
Didn't she know the consequences of saving a snake?
If she had saved a dog, the dog would be grateful to her, get close to her, and try to return her with some prey.
But what she had saved a snake, a highly poisonous snake.
The snake only slips into the darkness, staring at her with the eyes of a predator, waiting to attack.
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