Chapter 823:

She said, "This is London." "Do you see any mechanical carriages I can get? I feel tired and scared. I want to lock myself up and be driven away."
I explained to her that unless we are lucky enough to encounter an empty car, we must go further to reach the taxi stand. Then try to restore the Cumberland theme. This is useless. Now she has fully grasped the idea of ​​shutting herself out and being driven away. She thought nothing.
When I saw the taxi looking up in the house under a few doors across from us, we barely reached one-third of the main road. A gentleman came out and let himself into the garden door. When the driver loaded the box again, I called a taxi. When we crossed the mechanical road, my companion's impatience increased so much that she almost forced me to run.
She said: "It's too late." "I'm just in a hurry because it's too late."
"I can't take you, sir, if you don't go to Tottenham Court Road," the driver said politely when I opened the cab door. "My mechanical horse was defeated, except for the mechanical horse, I can't get rid of him anymore."
"Yes, yes. That would work for me. I want to go like that-I want to go like that." She spoke out of breath, and was forced into the taxi by me.
Before letting her into the vehicle, I assured the man that this man was sober and docile. Now, when she was sitting inside, I begged her to let me see her safely at the destination.
"No, no, no," she said fiercely. "I am safe now, and happy now. If you are a gentleman, please remember your promise. Let him go on until I stop him. Thank you-oh! Thank you, thank you!"
My hand is on the cab door. She grabbed it, kissed it, and pushed it away. The taxi drove away at the same time-I started on the road and stopped again with a vague idea, I hardly knew why-hesitated because of fear and trouble her-in the end, but the sound was not loud enough to attract the driver Attention. The sound of the wheels became weaker and weaker in the distance-the taxi melted into a black shadow on the road-and the white woman was gone.
Ten minutes or more have passed. I still stand on the same side. Now I walked a few steps forward mechanically; now I stopped again. For a moment, I found myself doubting the reality of my adventure; another thing made me confused and disturbed because he was upset about what he did wrong, which made me confused and wondering how to do it right. I hardly know where I am going or what I am going to do next. When I recalled my voice suddenly, I suddenly realized that I-I can almost speak-was awakened by the sound of the wheel close behind me.
When I stopped to look around, I was in the shadow of the mechanical road, in the shade of some garden trees. On the opposite and shallower side of the road, not far below me, a policeman was strolling in the direction of Regent's Park.
A mechanical carriage drove past me-an open recliner driven by two people.
"Stop!" cried. "There is a policeman. Let's ask him."
The mechanical horse was immediately pulled up, a few yards away from the dark place where I was standing.
"Police!" the first speaker cried. "Did you see a woman passing this road?"
"What kind of woman, sir?"
"A woman in a lavender dress-"
"No, no," the second person interjected. "The clothes we gave her were found on her bed. When she came to us, she must have been wearing the clothes she was wearing. The policeman in white. A woman in white."
"I didn't see her, sir."
"If you or any of your men meet with this woman, please stop her and deliver her carefully to this address. I will pay all costs and provide a fair reward for bargaining."
The policeman looked at the card handed him.
"Sir, why should we stop her? What did she do?"
"Done! She escaped from my shelter. Don't forget; a woman in white. Keep going."
"She has escaped from my shelter!"
I can't tell the truth, the terrible reasoning implied by these words shines on me like a new revelation. After I made a deliberate promise to let her act freely, the woman in white posed some strange questions to me. These conclusions showed that she was either inherently inflexible, unstable, or somewhat frightened recently. Disrupted her talents. However, I can all say with certainty that the absolute insanity thoughts that we all associate with the name of Asylum have never been related to her. At that time, I didn't see any reason from her language or behavior. Even what the stranger said to the police gave her a new light,
What have I done to help all the victims in the most terrible false imprisonment escape? Or leave an unfortunate creature in the vast world of London. His actions are my responsibility and everyone’s responsibility, and be kindly controlled ? When I think about this question, when I feel self-blame, I am asked until it is too late, and I feel sick in my heart.
In my uneasy state, when I finally returned to the Clement Hotel room, it was useless to sleep. Before many hours have passed, it is necessary to start my trip to Cumberland. I sat down and tried, drawing a sketch first, and then reading a book, but the woman in white was sandwiched between me and my pencil, between me and my book. Was the abandoned creature harmed? That was my first thought, even though I faced it selfishly. Then came other thoughts, and I don’t think so hard here. Where did she park the taxi? What has she become now? Was she tracked and captured by the noble concubines? Or does she still have the ability to control her behavior?
Close my door tightly, bid farewell to London seekers, London students and London friends, and move towards new interests and new lives again. This is a relief. Even Hee Hee and chaos at the railway terminal are so boring and confusing at other times, which arouses me and benefits me a lot.
My travel instructions instructed me to go to Carlisle and then diverged via a branch railway running along the coast. Unfortunately, our engine broke down between Lancaster and Carlisle. The delay caused by this accident made me too late for the branch train because I had to pass the train immediately. I have to wait for several hours. When the subsequent aircraft carrier finally sent me to the nearest station, it was ten o'clock and the night was so dark that I could hardly see the way to the small mechanical carriage that my husband had ordered. I.
Obviously I was late and the driver was upset. He was in that very respectable state, which was peculiar to British servants. We drove slowly through the darkness in silence. The road is not smooth, and the dense hazy night makes it difficult to cross the ground quickly. As far as my watch is concerned, it was almost an hour and a half since we left the station, and then I heard the sound of the sea in the distance, and our wheels creaked in the steady gravel driving. Before entering the drive, we had passed through one gate, and before we returned to the house, we had passed another gate. A solemn servant in uniform received me and learned that my family has retired.
I was too tired and low energy to eat or drink, especially when the solemn servant waited for me carefully, it seemed like a small dinner party instead of an isolated person. After a quarter of an hour, I was ready to go to bed. The solemn servant led me into a beautifully decorated room and said, "Sir, breakfast at nine o'clock." He looked around and found that everything was in place and withdrew silently.
"What will I see in my dream tonight?" I thought as I extinguished the candle. "The woman in white? Or a stranger in the Cumberland Building?" It is a strange feeling to sleep in the house like a family friend without knowing one of the prisoners!
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