Chapter 831:

The lady's chiffon muslin dress was bright and soft, her face was beautifully framed by the white folds of the handkerchief she tied under her chin, and passed us in the moonlight. Miss waited again until she couldn't see, and then went on to say-
When they were once accepted into her mind. Now, my love, you must not imagine that you have been obsessed with an idiot in the way of your deputy. This poor little Annie Kasselik is a lovely, kind, and grateful girl who has said the weirdest and most beautiful things in the strangest, most surprised, and most scared way. Although her clothes are neat, her clothes show a sad taste in color and pattern. Therefore, yesterday I arranged for me to change some of our dear Laura’s old white dresses and white hats for Anne Keswick, and explained to her that the little girl with fair complexion looked neat, better than, all white. She hesitated, seemed a little confused, and then blushed, as if she understood. Her little hand suddenly held mine. Philip kissed her and said, oh, serious! "I will wear white clothes all my life. This will help me remember you, madam, and think I will still please you when I walk away and never see you again." This is just what she said so politely A sample of quaint discourse. Poor little soul! She will have a batch of white blouses made of deep spots, and as she grows, she will release her-" This is just one example of the weird things she said so politely. Poor little soul! She will There are a batch of white tops made with deep spots, and as she grows, she will let her out -" This is just a sample of the simple words she said so politely. Poor little soul! She will have a batch of white tops made with deep spots, and as she grows, she will let her out-"
The young lady stopped and looked at me at the piano.
"Does the lone woman you met on the highway look young?" she asked. "Are you still young to two or three years old?"
"Yes, Miss Halcomb, still so young."
"Is it weird that she wears white clothes from head to toe?"
"all white."
When the answer passed on my lips, Miss Fairley slipped into the terrace for the third time. She did not walk, but stopped, her back facing us, leaning on the balcony railing, looking down at the garden outside. My eyes fixed on the white light of the tulle dress and headgear under the moonlight, and a feeling that I knew nothing about. This feeling quickened my pulse, made my heart tremble, and started stealing me.
"All white?" Miss Halcomb repeated. "The most important sentence in the letter is Mr. Hartwright, those at the end, I will read to you immediately. But I can’t help but indulge in the coincidence of the white dress of the woman I met, the white dress from my mother’s The little scholar got a strange answer. When the doctor discovered the child’s mental retardation and predicted that she would
grow out,
the doctor might be wrong. She might never grow out, and the old girl in white clothes Gratitude is a serious feeling for girls, and it may still be a serious feeling for women."
I answered a few words-I hardly know what to do. All my attention was focused on Miss Fairley's muslin dress.
Miss Halcomb said: "I heard the last sentence." "I think they will surprise you."
While holding up the candle-lit letter, Miss Fairy turned from the railing, looked up and down the terrace suspiciously, took a step towards the glass door, and then stopped to face us.
At the same time, Miss Holcomb read the last sentence she mentioned:
"'And now, my love, because of my love for little Annie Katrick, the real reason, the surprising reason, put me at the end of the thesis. Dear Philip, although she is not that beautiful, However, due to one of the accidental changes of accidental similarity, people sometimes see that her hair, skin tone, eye color, and face shape are like a living-'"
Before the lady can say the next few words, I started with the ottoman. When I touched me on my shoulder on the lonely highway, the same excitement as me made me feel cold again.
Miss Fairley, a white figure, stood alone in the moonlight. In her posture, on her head, on her face, on her face, at that distance and in this situation, the vivid image of that white woman! The questions that had troubled me for hours or even hours immediately turned into faith. This "wish" is my own perception of the vicious resemblance between the asylum fugitive and the students at my Limerick house.
"You saw it!" said Miss Halcomb. She put down the useless letter, and when they met me, her eyes flickered. "You see it now, just like my mother has seen it in eleven years!"
"I see. It's more reluctant than I can say. Let that lonely, friendless, and lost woman, even if only accidentally associated with Miss Fairley, seem to be standing there and looking at us The future of this smart creature is overshadowed. Now. Let me lose my impression as soon as possible. Call her in the dull moonlight, please call her!"
"Mr. Hartwright, you surprised me. No matter what a woman is, I think men in the nineteenth century are superstitious."
"Please call her in!"
"Hush, hush! She came spontaneously. Don't say anything in front of her. Let this similar discovery remain a secret between you and me. Come in, Laura, come in, use the piano to awaken Mrs. Vesey Hartwright My husband is asking for more music. This time he hopes it will be the lightest and most lively music."
This ended my first day.
Miss and I keep secret. After discovering the similarities, it seems that no new light is destined to break the mystery of the woman in white. At the first safe opportunity, Miss Halcomb cautiously led her half-sister to talk about her mother, past events, and Anne Kesselrick. However, Miss Fairley's memories of Lin Murridge's elementary school students are only the most vague and general. She remembered the similarities between herself and her mother's favorite student, because this kind of thing should have existed. But she did not mention the gift of the white dress, nor did she mention the singular form of children unconsciously expressing gratitude to them. She remembered that Annie only stayed in Limerick for a few months, and then left it to her home in Hampshire. But she couldn't tell whether the mother and daughter had come back, or heard it later. For Miss Holcomb, there was no further search, but a few letters from some of Mrs. Fairley’s unread letters to help eliminate the uncertainty that still plagues us. We identified the unfortunate woman I met with Anne Catrick at night-we made at least some progress, with the goal of linking the poor man’s possible intellectual deficits with the peculiarity of her wearing white clothes. In her mature years, she continued to express her naive gratitude to her wife. As far as we knew at the time,
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