Chapter 7
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It must be very painful.
Lizzie saw his body shake violently —— He did not shake so violently when he was shot, but without a single groan or scream. It's really a tough one.
After pouring two bottles, he threw away the bottle, supported the fence, stood up, and staggered toward the stage with the foot lamp.
There are many burning white candles there. He trembled half to his knees, and pulled up a candle, not knowing what to do.
The next second, he closed his eyes and began to burn the wound with the flame.
Lizzie was startled and almost screamed.
The flames quickly burned the flesh, and the blood condensed into purple and black blood clots, blocking the terrible, bleeding gun hole. The blood stopped, but the wound seemed to get worse.
Although the operation will be cruel, but it is for the patient, and morphine pain. She was certain that Eric had no morphine on his hands.
He was cruel and calm, extremely sober, burning the wound with the fire.
Then he seemed to notice her frightened expression and asked calmly, " frighten you?”
"some."Said Lizzie, honestly.
He dropped his eyes, and his eyes flickered for once.
"Scared away by your momentum. I rarely see a tough guy like you, who almost choked to death on raisins."She tilted her head slightly.
He stared at her, as if he could not understand why she mocked the gentleman.
Lizzie really wanted to explain, but someone noticed them, she had to continue to urge a way: " Oh, this matter later say —— now you just run away, run away, here I will deal with —— fast run!”
He held his wounded arm for a while, before he replied, " Good.”
Before he left, he looked at her for the last time, but not into her eyes, but into her feet.
It was the first time he looked at her, his eyes were almost aggressive, like a beast after the cage, found that raw meat was not the most delicious food, and began to hunt for newly discovered prey.
She did not dislike his eyes, but was somewhat confused, why did she look at her... feet?
I don't understand, and I don't have time to think. She stepped forward and pushed him heavily. " Go quickly, write to me!”
He nodded, and this time he did left, the tall, weak figure disappeared into the fire and smoke.
Fortunately, he was gone. A few minutes later, the fire brigade arrived at the scene and quickly put out the open fire.
The theater owner is not a fool, questioned a few people, the truth of the matter together —— a girl, because sympathize with a damn circus clown, set fire to the backstage of the theater, just to put him out of the cage!
Damn more, the circus has nothing to do with him, just passing by here to tour!
The theater owner thought gloomy, and he knew that sooner or later women would destroy everything.
The woman is so ignorant, easy to be emotional, the circus clown said a few good words to her, she was soft in a complete mess, decided to help him escape.
Want him to say, women should not go to the street alone, also should not come to see the play alone —— now women are frivolous terrible, no man to accompany also dare to come out. In the past, only social butterfly would go out to the theater alone.
It's all about the Yankee. If the Yankees mess up the South, these women would never lose the virtues of being Southern ladies. —— Listen to men, not refute men, do what men want them, not clamoring for the right to vote.
Now, they act more and more like men, and often gather together to appeal to the pub... even set fire to his theater today, what will happen tomorrow? Wear pants, grab a cigar, or go into Congress and be president?
The theater owner thought angrily, ordered someone to take the horsewhip, and then stared at a pair of small eyes, carefully search the figure of Lizzie's —— if the girl is not a good man, he severely beat her, draw her half to death, and then throw into the prison!
All the way to ask the past, he finally saw the figure of the girl.
She turned her back to him, and was talking to a boy, as if fascinated by her beauty, who nodded in whatever she said.
The owner of the theatre, strode forward and grabbed the boy's ear. " You damn Judah! A woman smiles at you, you pull your back and throw it on the ground for her trample! Don't forget who paid you!”
The boy was torn out. "But —— but —— said that she felt very sorry for her fault and planned to compensate us......"
"compensate?"Said the theater owner sharply," How to compensate?”
"Oh, boss, calm yourself down. The young lady was a good man. She said she would even be willing to buy the whole theater. You didn't always wanted to sell......"
The theater owner interrupted him angrily, " Buy the whole house? Who did she think she was, the daughter of the president, or the daughter of the rich Yankee?”
The boy did not speak.
The owner of the theater thought he had persuaded him, looked down, but saw the boy is constantly looking at him, as if to want him to shut up, all over the qi and blood immediately rushed on the forehead: " Why? What can't you just say it? Or do you think I'm wrong?”
With that, he felt not satisfied, and turned to Lizzie: " Don't want to escape with this trick of cheating children! You burn my theater, and I'll definitely send you to prison, unless ——, "he said sarcastically," You can really buy the whole theater!”
Seeing that the time was right, Lizzie smiled, turned around and said:
"I could indeed buy the whole theatre, because I was the daughter, —— Elizabeth Adler, of the rich Yankee.”
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