The Novel Theory of Japanese Daughter B

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Horse dealer's daughter

DH Lawrence

"So, Mabel, what are you going to do with your life?" Joe asked foolishly. He feels safe himself. Didn't hear the answer, he turned around, put a tobacco on the tip of his tongue and spit it out. He doesn't care about anything because he feels safe.

"Well, Mabel, what are you going to do?" Joe's question is stupid and mean. He felt good and couldn't wait to answer, so he turned away and spit out a trace of tobacco on the tip of his tongue. He doesn't care about anything, so he doesn't have to worry about anything

Three brothers and sisters sat around the desolate breakfast table, trying to have some kind of rambling consultation. The morning mail dealt a final blow to the family's fate, and it was all over. The boring restaurant itself, heavy mahogany furniture, seems to be waiting to be cancelled.

The three brothers and their sisters sat around the cold breakfast table, talking about endless topics. The morning mail pushed the fate of this family to the edge, and there was no hope anymore. Dark dining room, heavy mahogany furniture, seems to be waiting for death.

But the negotiation was fruitless. The three men were lounging at the dining table, smoking cigarettes and vaguely thinking about their situation. There was a strange atmosphere of incompetence in them. The girl is alone, a rather short, unhappy-looking 27-year-old young woman. She doesn't live like her brothers. She would have been beautiful, but for her cold face, her brothers called her "bulldog".

Unfortunately, the family meeting was fruitless. A depressed and unfamiliar atmosphere lingered among the three people, who sat lazily around the table, eating cigarettes and thinking absently about their respective situations. The girl in the room is thin and gloomy. She is a 27-year-old adult woman. Alone, she lives a completely different life from her brothers. She has a good appearance, but because of the unchangeable expression on her face, she is a "bulldog", as all her brothers call her.

There's a clatter of hooves outside. All three of them lay sprawled on their chairs and watched. Behind the black holly trees that separate the lawn from the road, they can see a group of Charles horses swinging in their yard and exercising. This is the last time. These are the last horses that passed through their hands. The young man looked at it with critical and cold eyes. They were all frightened by the collapse of their lives, and the sense of disaster that they were involved in made them lose their inner freedom.

In the distance, there was a faint heavy pounding of hooves outside, and people looked out from the collapsed chairs. Over the holly bush that separates the narrow lawn from the road, you can see a large group of Sharma staggering out of the stable. This is the last training and the last batch of horses handled. The three young people looked at all this with critical and indifferent expressions. The collapse of life left them at a loss, and the feeling of falling into the swamp of failure left them with no freedom of choice.

However, the three of them are good enough to set up guys. Boss Joe is a 33-year-old man, burly, handsome and flushed. His face was red, he twisted his black beard on a thick finger, and his eyes were shallow and uneasy. The way he shows his teeth when he smiles is sexy and his behavior is stupid. Now, he looked at the horses, glassy-eyed, a helpless look, with a certain slouches.

However, the three brothers have a good relationship and the brotherhood is unbreakable. Joe, the oldest, has a red face. At the age of 33, he is tall, handsome, enthusiastic and excitable. His thick fingers twisted with a dark moustache, and his light blue eyes looked restless. He grinned and showed his sexy side, but his manners were not flattering. Now, wrapped in a sense of disillusionment, he stared at the cavalry. His eyes are glassy and he can't do anything.

Huge towing horses sped by. The four of them were tied together head to tail. They walked along a fork in the road, stuck their big hooves in the fine black mud contemptuously, and flamboyantly swung their huge round bottoms. When they were led into the path and bypassed the corner, they suddenly trotted a few steps. Every movement shows a huge, sleepy power and a stupidity that makes them yield. The leading groom looked back and yanked the leading rope. The team walked up the path and was out of sight. The last horse's tail was taut, and when they swayed behind the hedge, they seemed to be asleep.

The service horses of the brigade passed by. Group of four, tied together from beginning to end. Before a path diverged from the main road, they stopped to kick the fine black mud under their feet and shook their huge round hips violently. When they were driven to the corner of the path, they took a few more steps. Every movement seems difficult, and the efforts to make these horses obey seem stupid. The leading groom turned his head and tugged at the reins. In a short time, the cavalry team walked along the path and disappeared out of sight. Suddenly, the last horse's tail was tall and stiff, in sharp contrast to the sleepy cavalry shaking their huge round hips behind the hedge.

Joe looked at it with dull and desperate eyes. To him, these horses are just like his own body. He thinks he's finished now. Fortunately, he is engaged to a woman his age, so her father, a housekeeper of a neighboring manor, will provide him with a job. He will get married and work in the harness industry. His life is over. He will be an experimental animal now.

Joe stared helplessly, his eyes glazed over. He imagined that his body was like those horses, and he felt that he was finished. Luckily, he was engaged to a girl his own age. The girl's father is the manager of a nearby farm. Maybe he can find a job. He will get married and be enslaved. Life is over. From now on, we will live a life no different from the dominated animals.

He turned uneasily to one side, and the retreat of the horse echoed in his ears. Then, with foolish uneasiness, he reached for the pieces of bacon skin on his plate, whistled faintly and threw them to the beagle leaning against the fender. He watched the dog swallow them until the animal looked him in the eye. Then a faint smile appeared on his face, and in a high, stupid voice, he said:

"You won't get any more bacon, will you, you little b-?"

The dog wagged its tail weakly and dejectedly, then bent down, circled around and lay down again.

He turned to one side uneasily, but the footsteps of the horse retreating still lingered in his ear. Then, with awkward and uneasy feelings, he reached for a small piece of salted pork skin on the plate, gave a weak whistle and threw it at the beagle leaning against the fireplace baffle. He watched the hound swallow the pork skin until the little guy looked up into his eyes. At this moment, a smile appeared on his face, and then he said in a loud but clumsy voice:

"No, yes, you little-"

Gloomily, the beagle wagged its tail slightly, then hung down the dog's ass, curled up and lay down again.

Daughter of a horse dealer (2) (2008-09-0917: 41:54) Tags: Miscellaneous Talk

There was another helpless silence at the dinner table. Joe sprawled uneasily in his seat until the family secret meeting was over. The second brother, Fred Henry, has a straight figure, clean limbs and a flexible mind. He watched the horses pass by more calmly. If he is an animal, like Joe, he is a controlled animal, not a controlled animal. He is the owner of any horse, and he shows a calm manner. But he is not the master of living conditions. He pushed up the rough brown moustache on his lips and glanced angrily at his indifferent and incredible sister sitting there.

There is also a helpless silence around the dining table. Joe slumped in his chair and didn't want to leave until the family meeting was over. The second brother, Fred Henry, is tall and straight, well-proportioned and agile. Watching the cavalry pass by, he seemed more calm. If he is an animal, like Joe, he is also an animal leader, not a led animal. He is familiar with the habits of every horse and can control his temper properly and reasonably. However, he is not a winner in the competition of life. He stroked the brown beard on his lips and gave his sister an angry look. She sat there, expressionless and elusive.

"You will go to Lucy's house for a while, won't you?" He asked. The girl did not answer.

"I don't know what else you can do," Fred Henry insisted.

"To be a maid," Joe put in succinctly.

The girl didn't move.

"If I were her, I would go to nurse training," said Malcolm, the youngest of them. He is the youngest child in the family, a 22-year-old young man with a pair of fresh and lively museau.

"You are going to stay with Lucy, aren't you?" He asked, but got no answer.

"I don't think you can do anything." Fred Henry won't let it go.

"Just be a maid." Joe cut a crossbar sideways.

"I am her, just be a nurse." Malcolm was unwilling to be lonely, with a face of inexperience and complacency. He is the youngest in this family, only 22 years old.

But Mabel didn't notice him. They talked around her for so many years that she hardly heard them.

But Mabel turned a deaf ear to him. They've been chattering around her for so many years, and she didn't take it seriously at all.

The marble clock on the mantelpiece gently struck the hour for half an hour, and the dog got up uneasily from the mantelpiece and watched the party on the breakfast table. But they still sit in an invalid secret meeting.

"Oh, well," Joe said suddenly, which was a meaningless proposal. "I'm leaving,"

Half an hour passed, the marble bell on the mantelpiece rang softly, and the little hunting dog on the carpet in front of the stove stood up uneasily and looked at everyone around the table. But they are still sitting there, having a family meeting with no progress.

"Oh, well," Joe said suddenly, "I'm very active."

He pushed his chair back, sat down on his knees like a horse, trying to get free, and then walked to the fire. He still hasn't left the room; He wondered what other people would do or say. He began to fill his pipe, looked down at the dog and said loudly with an affectation:

Will you come with me? Will you come with me? Don't go too far, you hear me? '

He pushed the chair back. In order to relax his muscles, he quickly squatted down, crossed his legs in a stance of horse stance, and then walked to the fireplace. But he did not leave the room. He wants to know what others will do or say. He began to fill his pipe, looked down at the dog and asked in a high but artificial voice:

"With me? Or with them? A decision must be made at once, do you hear? "

Horse dealer's daughter (3) (2008-09-09 17: 49: 04) Tags: Talking casually.

The dog wagged its tail gently, and the man put out his chin, covered his pipe with his hand, absorbed in smoking, immersed in tobacco, and kept looking at the dog with a blank brown eye. The dog looked up and looked at him sadly and distrustfully. Joe stood with his knees out like a horse.

The puppy wagged its tail gently. Joe reached his chin, put his hand over his pipe, took a deep breath and kept staring at the dog's blurred eyes. He disappeared completely into the smoke. The beagle looked up at him with heartbreaking doubts in his eyes. Joe stood there, his knees stretched like a horse.

"Have you heard from Lucy?" Fred Henry asked his sister.

"Have you heard from Lucy?" Fred Henry asked his sister.

"Last week," the other party gave a neutral answer.

"I received it last week." A weak answer.

"What did she say?"

"What did she say?"

There is no answer.

No one answered.

"Did she ask you to go there and stop there?" Fred Henry insisted.

"She invited you to live with her?" Fred Henry found the truth.

She said I could if I wanted to.

"As long as I want."

Well, then, you'd better. Tell her that you will come on Monday.

"So, this is the best. Tell him you will go on Monday. "

This was accepted in silence.

There is no sound.

That's what you have to do, isn't it? Fred Henry said with some irritation.

"This is your attitude?" Fred Henry is a little angry.

But she didn't answer. There was a futile and angry silence in the room. Malcolm smirked.

Still no answer. The room was very quiet, full of futility and anger. Malcolm smirked there.

"From now until next Wednesday, you must make up your mind," Joe said loudly, "or you will go to the roadside stone to find a place to live."

"You must make a decision between now and next Wednesday." Joe said loudly, "Otherwise, sleep in the street."

The young woman's face darkened, but she sat still.

For a moment, Mabel looked depressed, but she remained unmoved.

Jack Ferguson is here! Malcolm shouted, looking out of the window aimlessly.

"Jack Ferguson is here." Malcolm shouted, his eyes drifting out of the window.

"Where is it?" Joe shouted.

"Where is it?" Joe asked loudly.

Daughter of a horse dealer (4) (2008-09-0917: 51:32) Tags: Miscellaneous Talk

"Just passed."

"Just passed."

"Come in?"

"Come in?"

Malcolm craned his neck to look at the gate.

Malcolm craned his neck to look at the door.

"Yes," he said.

"hmm." He replied.

There was a silence. Mabel sat at the head of the table like a condemned prisoner. Then a whistle came from the kitchen. The dog got up and barked sharply. Joe opened the door and shouted:

Come on, "

There is no sound again. Mabel sits at the desk like a judge. Soon, the whistle sounded in the kitchen, and the hounds jumped up and screamed. Joe opened the door and shouted:

"Come on in."

After a while, a young man came in He was wrapped in a coat and a purple wool scarf, and his tweed hat, which he did not delete, was pulled over his head. He is of medium height, with a long, pale face and tired eyes.

Soon, a young man came in, wrapped in a thick coat, covered with a purple wool shawl and wearing a soft tweed hat on his head. He is of medium height, with a long face, pale face and tired eyes.

Hello, Jack! "All right, Jack," Malcolm and Joe said loudly. Fred Henry just said, "Jack."

"Hello, Jack." Malcolm says hello to Joe. Fred Henry just called "Jack" softly.

"What are you doing?" asked the newcomer, apparently speaking to Fred Henry.

"How about it?" Obviously, Jack is asking Fred Henry.

Same. We must move out before Wednesday. "Did you catch a cold?"

"The same, we will fuck off next Wednesday. Caught a cold? "

"I'm-I'm terrible, too."

"Well, it's terrible."

"Why don't you come in?"

"Why not stay at home?"

Shall I go? When I can't stand on my legs, maybe I will have a chance. "The young man has a hoarse voice. He has a slight Scottish accent.

"At home? If I try my luck, I have to stand on my own two feet! " The young man has a hoarse voice with a Scottish accent.

"If a doctor has a cold and walks around croaking, it's really terrible, isn't it?" Joe said noisily. It looks bad for the patient, doesn't it?

"Survival of the fittest?" Joe is a little beside the point. "A doctor caught a cold and spread hoarse voices everywhere, which is not good for patients, is it?"

The young doctor looked at him slowly.

The young doctor turned to him slowly.

"So, what can I do for you?" He asked sarcastically.

"What's it to you?" The doctor sarcastically said.

Not that I know of. Damn eyes, I hope not. "Why?"

"Of course not. The dog bit Lv Dongbin and didn't know what to do. I don't want this. Why? "

I thought you were very concerned about patients and wondered if you were a patient yourself.

"I thought you were noble, but I didn't expect you to only care about yourself."

"Damn it, no, I've never been patient with a grumpy doctor, and I hope I never will," Joe replied.

"Hell, no, I've never been a patient of a cold doctor, and I'm afraid I won't be in the future." Joe retorted.

At this time, Mabel stood up from the table, and they all seemed to be aware of her existence. She began to put the plates together. The young doctor looked at her but didn't talk to her. He didn't greet her. She walked out of the room with a tray, her face expressionless and unchanged.

This is Mabel. Stand up. It seems that they didn't realize her existence until now. She began to clear the table. The young doctor looked at her but didn't talk to her. He has never spoken to her. She left the room with a tray on her face.

"So, when are you all leaving?" asked the doctor.

"When are you all leaving?" The doctor asked.