第136章

thingsandnostopstosaylikemakingaspeechyoursadbereavementsympathyIalwaysmakethatmistakeandnewphewwith2doubleyousinIhopehellwritemealongerletterthenexttimeifitsathinghereallylikesmeOthanksbetothegreatGodIgotsomebodytogivemewhatIbadlywantedtoputsomeheartupintomeyouvenochancesatallinthisplacelikeyouusedlongagoIwishsomebodywouldwritemealove-letterhiswasntmuchandItoldhimhecouldwritewhathelikedyourseverHughBoylaninOldMadridsillywomenbelieveloveissighingIamdyingstillifhewroteitIsupposetheredbesometruthinittrueornoitfillsupyourwholedayandlifealwayssomethingtothinkabouteverymomentandseeitallaroundyoulikeanewworldIcouldwritetheanswerinbedtolethimimaginemeshortjustafewwordsnotthoselongcrossedlettersAttyDillonusedtowritetothefellowthatwassomethinginthefourcourtsthatjiltedherafteroutoftheladiesletterwriterwhenItoldhertosayafewsimplewordshecouldtwisthowhelikednotactingwithprecipitprecipitancywithequalcandourthegreatestearthlyhappinessanswertoagentlemansproposalaffirmativelymygoodnesstheresnothingelseitsallveryfineforthembutasforbeingawomanassoonasyoureoldtheymightaswellthrowyououtinthebottomoftheashpit。

MulveyswasthefirstwhenIwasinbedthatmorningandMrsRubiobroughtitinwiththecoffeeshestoodtherestandingwhenIaskedhertohandmeandIpointingatthemIcouldntthinkofthewordahairpintoopenitwithahhorquilladisobligingoldthinganditstaringherinthefacewithherswitchoffalsehaironherandvainaboutherappearanceuglyasshewasnear80ora100herfaceamassofwrinkleswithallherreligiondomineeringbecauseshenevercouldgetovertheAtlanticfleetcominginhalftheshipsoftheworldandtheUnionJackflyingwithallhercarabinerosbecause4drunkenEnglishsailorstookalltherockfromthemandbecauseIdidntrunintomassoftenenoughinSantaMariatopleaseherwithhershawluponherexceptwhentherewasamarriageonwithallhermiraclesofthesaintsandherblackblessedvirginwiththesilverdressandthesundancing3timesonEasterSundaymorningandwhenthepriestwasgoingbywiththebellbringingthevaticantothedyingblessingherselfforhisMajestadanadmirerhesigneditInearjumpedoutofmyskinIwantedtopickhimupwhenIsawhimfollowingmealongtheCalleRealintheshopwindowthenhetippedmejustinpassingIneverthoughthedwritemakinganappointmentIhaditinsidemypetticoatbodicealldayreadingitupineveryholeandcornerwhilefatherwasupatthedrillinstructingtofindoutbythehandwritingorthelanguageofstampssingingIremembershallIwearawhiteroseandIwantedtoputontheoldstupidclocktonearthetimehewasthefirstmankissedmeundertheMoorishwallmysweetheartwhenaboyitneverenteredmyheadwhatkissingmeanttillheputhistongueinmymouthhismouthwassweetlikeyoungIputmykneeuptohimafewtimestolearnthewaywhatdidItellhimIwasengagedforfuntothesonofaSpanishnoblemannamedDonMigueldelaFloraandhebelievedthatIwastobemarriedtohimin3yearstimetheresmanyatruewordspokeninjestthereisaflowerthatbloomethafewthingsItoldhimtrueaboutmyselfjustforhimtobeimaginingtheSpanishgirlshedidntlikeIsupposeoneofthemwouldnthavehimIgothimexcitedhecrushedalltheflowersonmybosomhebroughtmehecouldntcountthepesetasandtheperragordastillItaughthimCappoquinhecamefromhesaidontheBlackwaterbutitwastooshortthenthedaybeforeheleftMayyesitwasMaywhentheinfantkingofSpainwasbornImalwayslikethatinthespringIdlikeanewfelloweveryyearuponthetiptopundertherockgunnearOHarastowerItoldhimitwasstruckbylightningandallabouttheoldBarbaryapestheysenttoClaphamwithoutatailcareeringallovertheshowoneachothersbackMrsRubiosaidshewasaregularoldrockscorpionrobbingthechickensoutofIncesfarmandthrowstonesatyouifyouwentanearhewaslookingatmeIhadthatwhiteblouseonopenatthefronttoencouragehimasmuchasIcouldwithouttooopenlytheywerejustbeginningtobeplumpIsaidIwastiredwelayoverthefirtreecoveawildplaceIsupposeitmustbethehighestrockinexistencethegalleriesandcasematesandthosefrightfulrocksandSaintMichaelscavewiththeiciclesorwhatevertheycallthemhangingdownandladdersallthemudplotchingmybootsImsurethatsthewaydownthemonkeysgo

后续内容为VIP可读请开通VIP，或购买此章节