voice deep and despondent, "You don''t understand anything."
Edith was completely provoked by this attitude of his, "Yes, I don''t understand anything! You didn''t even give me a chance to understand! If I can''t see the more complex and grand aspects of your story, it''s because you all don''t allow me to see them! And in the end, you are accusing me of being ignorant and mock how narrow my world is?"
Before she finished her words, she felt a sudden soreness in her eyes, so she pounded hard on the carriage frame and screamed forward, "Stop, stop!"
Before the carriage came to a complete halt, Edith jumped out in a hurry and almost tripped over her own skirt. As soon as she steadied herself, she lifted the hem of her dress and ran into the darkness ahead with indignant fast steps.
Andre''s arm lifted slightly from the seat, but didn''t stop her in the end.
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On this dreary evening, Edith sat on her couch, flicking through the journal restlessly. Suddenly, a timid knock came from the outer room, like a puff of feeble cough.
Standing outside the door was a young woman dressed modestly, with a plump figure yet swollen cheeks and poor complexion. She wore a large gray merino cloak and a dark blue old-fashioned hood that covered her entire head, with a few strands of messy blonde hair poking out. Despite being wrapped up so tightly, the woman occasionally pulled the hood forward to further conceal her face.
Seeing her evasive behaviour, Edith couldn''t help but become wary.
The woman lifted her red, puffy eyes to Edith, her voice choked with sobs, as if she had just been crying: "Citizeness Travis, do you remember me? I''m Helene Saint-Clemont. My maiden name''s Saint-Clemont. We four used to play together when I went to my uncle''s summer house as a child. You surely remember, don''t you?"
Edith tried to recall the summer days she had spent with the Saint-Clemont siblings during her childhood. It seemed that there were indeed a few days when a young lady who was visiting the castle had stayed with them.
However, in her vague memory, it was a pampered and arrogant aristocratic girl who barely spoke to her, making it really hard to connect that Helene with this destitute woman before her. Nevertheless, upon closer inspection of her features, Edith could see many similarities with Charlene.
Edith took a step back and gestured for the woman to come