Roses for Rosalind

It was a quarter past four in the afternoon when Rosie finally came home panting.

She dared not go back through the gate, so she had to sneak back home through the small door through which the servants usually came in and out.She hurried across the corridor, ran quickly up the stairs, and crashed into her room.

"I... I'm back... Where's mother?" Although she was not as breathless as before, Rosie still had to break down such a short sentence three times before finishing it with difficulty.Her personal maid, Mary, hurried over to give her a pat on the back, and brought a clean towel to wipe off the sweat on her face.Rosie motioned for water, and Mary poured her a lukewarm cup. She thought it was too hot, so she added some crushed ice to it, and before Mary could stop her, she gulped it down.

"The madam is in the study. Just now, the madam has asked the nanny to urge you once, but I reasoned that you haven't woken up from your afternoon nap, so I didn't let her come into the room."

"Well done, you're a smart girl."

While talking, Rosie unbuttoned her neck, and took out a new set from the closet to put on.Mary hurried up to help.She hastily tucked her hands into her sleeves and put them on, splashing cold water on her face to make her face, which was too rosy due to exercise, pale a little: "I'll go now."

In vain, she ran back with her life for eight hundred miles, thinking that her mother had something important to tell her.In the end, the baroness just asked her about her recent situation routinely, such as what she had done recently and what books she had read, and then chatted about the philosophy of life. With a wave, she came back.

The throat was a little uncomfortable, itchy, and the temples were also dull and painful.Rosie simply attributed this to the aftereffects of intense exercise and didn't take it to heart.

...and fell ill with retribution that night _(:3)/)_

After long-distance running and sweating, it is easy for the wind and cold to enter the body. In the end, she poured a glass of ice water for herself in order to cool off.

People who have not been sick for many years will be particularly serious when they get sick.The low-grade fever made Rosie's limbs weak and her mind dazed, so she could only lie powerlessly on the bed, unable to go anywhere.Her face was flushed with heat, and even the breath she exhaled was scalding hot, and the towel on her forehead had to be soaked in water again to cool down after a while.

"Continue to apply a towel on her forehead until the temperature drops, but please don't use ice." The doctor rummaged in his medicine cabinet for a while and took out several bottles of medicine: "Miss needs What you need is a lot of rest, preferably in bed, and don't go anywhere. But you must find someone to look after you, and drink a lot of water, so you will get better soon...that's basically what you need to pay attention to."

"How soon is it?" The nanny asked worriedly, "Will it take a long time?"

"As long as you take the medicine on time, it will take about a week to recover." The doctor replied.

"One week!" Rosie's personal maid, Mary, was only 14 years old, and she was at her most lively and active.When the little girl heard that her young lady couldn't go out for such a long time, she couldn't help blurting out sympathetically, "How pitiful that is!"

"If you feel bored," the doctor thought for a while, and added: "You can invite your close playmates to accompany you, but please remember that Miss must not catch cold again."

"Yes, yes, I will definitely remember it firmly." The nurse said as if facing a formidable enemy.

The doctor got up and was about to leave. The nurse took him to collect the corresponding consultation fee and sent him out.Refusing Mary's service, the baroness herself wrung a towel and applied it to her daughter's forehead.She stroked Rosie's flushed cheeks distressedly, and went back to her room frowning for a long time.

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Rosie lay on the bed for three whole days, and the nanny who loved her was watching her almost every step of the way. She was not allowed to do this or that, which almost drove Rosie crazy.On the morning of the fourth day, just when Rosie was on the verge of collapse, Juliet appeared to save her.

Rosie resolutely let the nanny go to her own affairs on the pretext of wanting to talk to Juliet.Almost at the moment when the nurse closed the door and disappeared from their sight, Rosie let out a long sigh of relief.Juliet laughed at her "Thank you Lord I'm finally saved" look: "Are you feeling better now?"

"It's much better... In fact, I've been fine for a long time, but the nanny didn't believe it. She insisted that I was still weak." Rosie said depressingly: "She just allowed me to lie like this all the time." Rosie flattened aggrievedly Bianzui: "She doesn't even allow me to get out of bed except to go to the bathroom."

"...That's a bit pitiful." All nurses in the world are similar, so Juliet can understand Rosie's feelings at this time.She looked at Rosie sympathetically: "Just bear with it for a few more days."

"That's the only way to go." Rosie replied, "Ah, I almost forgot. Thank you for coming to see me."

"This is what I should do, don't take it to heart." Juliet waved her hand: "Then let's do something to pass the time while the nanny is away."

"Okay, what are you doing here?" Rosie's eyes lit up, and then she shrank her neck in fear as if suddenly remembering something: "...but I don't think I should get out of bed, the nurse can always miraculously I don't want to be nagged by her when I find out that I've done something bad."

"Then what are we going to do?" Juliet looked around Rosie's bedroom. There was a walnut wood bookshelf against the wall: "Do you want to read?" She asked, but she was immediately rejected by herself: " No, let me read it to you, the doctor told you to rest more."

"Okay." You can be lazy, why not do it?Rosie sat up from the bed and raked her hair with her hands: "But you have to let me sit up, if I continue to lie down, my bones will be rusted."

"What do you want to hear?"

Rosie originally wanted to say casually, but when she thought of Juliet's embarrassed face facing the bookshelf, she swallowed back the words that had reached her throat: "The third floor from the top to the bottom, and the fifth book from the left."

Juliet's thin white fingers ran across the spine of the book, and finally stopped on the book Rosie had mentioned.She pulled out the book, sat down on the chair beside Rosie's bed, opened it, and cleared her throat: "I'm going to start."

"Ok."

"salaqualel'do daunadeliostrasaimperm."

(Dear ladies, no matter what we do, we should start with the name of the great and holy Creator. Since I am the first to start telling a story, I plan to choose a miracle of God as the subject. Listen up, everyone. so as to have a firmer faith in our unchangeable Lord, and to praise him with greater zeal forever.)1

This is a story in Boccaccio's book "Ten Days Talk". It tells the story of the villain Chapletto who fabricated a confession on his deathbed to deceive the priest into believing him and admitting him as a saint.Although he was a villain who did all kinds of evil during his lifetime, he was regarded as a saint after his death and was honored as "San Chapletto".

"Father," Juliet paused after reading this, and imitated Chapletto's tone: "'Please don't suspect me because I live in the house of loan sharks! I have nothing to do with them. No, it's not like that. I've come here to persuade them, to change their minds, and never to engage in usurious business again! I could have done it if God didn't come and call me away!' "2

Although Juliet has deliberately lowered her voice, it is still soft and crisp, with a natural tongue-tattling sound, which is very pleasant to hear.But Chapelletto in the story is a villain who seeks money and kills his life. His lines are read by the girl's crisp voice, full of a strong sense of disobedience.

It couldn't be more difficult for a soft girl to read a rough guy's lines, Rosie thought silently, holding her chin.Sure enough, it would be better to find a male voice to recite.But who to look for?

Almost immediately, the image of Kazapa emerged in her mind.

... It can't be her fault, she only knows such a boy orz.

However, it is not appropriate for Kazapa to read this line.Rosie's thoughts drifted aimlessly, and Kazapa's voice was low and deep, the kind that was said to remind people of double bass and black velvet for no reason.His words... feel more suitable for "The Sorrows of Young Werther"?It's a pity that it will take two to three hundred years for the literary giant Goethe to be born... Shakespeare's sonnets should be quite suitable for him... Next time, find a chance and let him read it...

"... Sissy, Sissy." Juliet called her several times before waking Rosie up from her distraction: "Are you listening?"

"Ah," cried Rosie shortly.She looked at Juliet blankly for a while, then lowered her head embarrassingly: "Sorry..."

"I'm going to get angry if you do this again." Juliet closed the book a little unhappy, and put it on the round table beside her: "What were you thinking just now?"

Of course, Rosie was embarrassed to tell Juliet the truth, and she hesitated for a while: "Hmm... Harvest Festival is a month away, right? I'm thinking about what I need to do to prepare for the bonfire party."

"Are you finally willing to go?" Juliet said in amazement: "Obviously you were very reluctant to ask you to go with me before." As if killing you, she secretly added in her heart.

"Hmm." Actually, I don't want to go this time either!I'm really not good at dancing or anything like that!Rosie bit the bullet and said, "Suddenly I'm interested."

"Then when you get better, let's go shopping in the street." Juliet said happily: "The tailors brought over and over again those few things. I want to go to the street market to have a look. That's it. Already!"

Rosie wrestled with her fingers for a while, then nodded in agreement.