"Mr. Natal, my aunt will be busy soon," said an unusually calm 15-year-old girl. "At the same time, you must try to endure the time with me."

Natal Ferriton tried to please her master's niece by saying something decent so as not to offend menstruation who came in later. Privately, he never doubted that visiting strangers one after another like this would help to cure his neurasthenia. What he needs now is rest.

"I know what will happen," said his sister when he was going to move to the countryside to recuperate; "You will ruin yourself there, no one will talk to you, and your nerves will only be more depressed and depressed. I can give you a letter of introduction to let you know the people I know who live there. I still remember some of them, very kind. "

Does Mrs Sharpton, who is about to open a letter of introduction, belong to a kind person?

"Do you know many people who live nearby?" The master's niece asked when she realized that she had been silent enough.

"Hardly," felton replied. "My sister used to live here, the priest's mansion. Do you know that about four years ago, she gave me some letters of introduction from local residents? "

The tone of his last sentence was obviously contrite.

"So you really don't know my aunt at all?" Mature aunt asked.

"I only know her name and address," felton quickly admitted. He doesn't know whether Mrs Sharpton is married or widowed at present. Because there seems to be nothing obviously masculine in this room.

"Three years ago, a very tragic thing happened to her," the child said. "That was after your sister left."

"Her tragedy?" Fei Litong asked; In any case, the tragedy should have nothing to do with this peaceful country.

"You may wonder why our windows are still wide open in the afternoon of October," said the owner's niece, pointing to the open French window in front of the lawn.

"But it's still warm at this time of year," said Felton. "Is the tragedy related to the window?"

"One day three years ago, her husband and two younger brothers went out hunting through this window and never came back. They went hunting in their favorite bird farm through the wilderness, and three people were swallowed up by the swamp.

Yes, it was a terrible wet summer, and that safe and reliable place didn't change suddenly that year. Their bodies have never been found, which is the most horrible thing. "At this time, the child's voice lost its original calm and became stuttering." Poor aunt always thought that they would come back one day.

Three people and the little brown bulldog lost with them will come in through this window as usual. That's why the window is wide open every day until it is completely dark. Poor aunt. She often tells me how they get out.

Her husband wore a white waterproof coat on his arm, and her youngest brother Ronnie sang, "Zhaoen Ge, why are you jumping around?" He always teases her sister like this.

Because she said it would make her nervous. You know, sometimes on such a quiet night, I always feel gloomy and uneasy, and they will come in through that window-"

She shrugged her shoulders slightly and stopped. For felton, it was a buffer when her aunt appeared in the room with a series of late apologies.

"I hope Vera makes you happy?" She asked.

"She's funny," felton replied.

"I hope you don't mind this open window," Mrs. Sharpton said briskly; "My husband and brothers will go straight home from the hunting ground as usual. They have been hunting birds in the swamp all day today, so they will make my beloved carpet very dirty. You men are all like this, aren't you? "

She talked excitedly about hunting, rare birds and wild ducks in winter. In felton, it sounds like pure torture. He tried to shift the topic to a field that didn't involve ghosts, but it had little effect.

He realized that the hostess only paid a little attention to him, and her eyes kept ignoring him and staring at the lawn outside the window. Unfortunately, I will visit this host on the third anniversary of the tragedy.

"The doctor agreed that I should rest completely, don't get emotional, and avoid any intensive physical exercise," Felton stressed. He has a considerable illusion that these strangers and unfamiliar people will want to know the cause and treatment of his chronic disease, so that they try to explain that "doctors have different opinions on the food they eat," he continued.

"no?" Mrs. Sharpton said that raising her voice was only used to replace the yawn she finally uttered. However, all of a sudden, her attention rose to a white-hot height-of course, not what she said to felton.

"They finally came back!" She said loudly. "It's tea time. They seem to have dirt on their eyes!"

Felton trembled slightly, turned to his master's niece and looked at her sympathetically and understandingly. The child stared at the open window with wide eyes, suspicion and fear. In an unexplained cold panic, Freeton shook her chair and looked in the same direction.

In the twilight, three figures walked across the lawn to the window. They all had guns in their hands, and one of them had a heavy white coat on his shoulder. A tired brown pug followed them. They approached the house silently, and then a husky young voice sang in the dusk, "I said, Zhaoen Ge, why are you skipping?"

Philitong grabbed his hand and hat in a panic and fled the scene directly; He didn't notice the hall door, the gravel walkway and the front yard door at all. The cyclist on the road rushed into the fenced garden to avoid an emergency collision with him.

"Oh, honey, we're back," said the man in the white waterproof coat and came in through the window. "There is too much mud, but most of it is dry. Who ran out when we came in? "

"A very unusual freak, a man named Mr. Natal," said Mrs. Sharpton; "I just kept talking about his illness, then left quickly when you came in, and even said goodbye rudely, making people feel as if he had seen a ghost."

"I guess it's because of the pug," said the master's niece calmly; "He told me that he hated dogs. On the banks of the Heng River, he was chased to the cemetery by a group of dogs and had to hide in a newly dug coffin all night to avoid barking, ferocious and panting dogs overhead. This scene is enough to make a person nervous breakdown. "

Making up stories in the blink of an eye is her special talent.

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Book Review of Sacchi's Open Windows

The novel The Open Window is a common title in all kinds of British and American novels. The original English text of the novel is only a few thousand words, but it tells a vivid and tortuous "ghost story", with rigorous structure and delicate language, which vividly depicts the girl's shrewdness and the guests' nervousness.

Critics often praise the unexpected ending of this novel, which is quite funny. In fact, this novel not only wins by story, but also contains subtle satire which is worth pondering.

The irony of red tape novels is not only reflected in the irony of ghost stories, but also in the irony of red tape in British society at that time. The author Sacchi himself was born in the upper class of England. His mother died early when he was young, and his father worked in the Southeast Asian colony of the British Empire. He was brought up by two aunts.

The two aunts boast of noble birth and attach importance to etiquette, but in fact they are hypocritical and lack love and compassion. For them, living is for others to see. Proper manners, courtesy and consideration, and children know the rules are more important than an upright soul, compassion, love and tolerance.

Under their supervision, Sacchi lived a plain childhood without family care. It is precisely because of this situation that Sacchi hates the posturing etiquette of the British upper class. In his works, Sacchi spared no effort to criticize the emptiness of these etiquette, which is also well shown in Open Windows.

In the novel The Open Window, there is a certain alienation in the relationship between people. My sister doesn't know my brother's real needs. The guests know nothing about the host except the name and address, even between the little girl and Mrs. Septon.

Whether the relationship between Vera and her aunt is near or far, the novel does not give a true introduction. But obviously Mrs. Septon doesn't understand that her niece has such a wonderful ability to make up stories. If she knew Vera better, when frampton ran out of the room in fear, she should be able to tell that the little girl must be playing tricks behind her back to scare away the guests with practical jokes.

The open window looks like a ghost story, but it is a social cartoon. In a typical social situation, the three people present are joking, but everyone is thinking about their own ideas.

My aunt is anxiously waiting for her husband to return, the little girl is thinking about how to play tricks on boring guests, who are immersed in self-pity for their sick body. However, it is such a hypocritical and depressing occasion, but because of the rich imagination and performance of the little girl, it has become a wonderful story.