I’m afraid all kinds of people in the kingdom of heaven, I smiled and said
Don’t listen to rumors. The Bible is like a person in the kingdom of heaven. The class division is bright and the day grows. I used to be active in Europe. When I get to the kingdom of heaven, I will definitely go there. The Lord Jesus said that there are many people in the heavenly father’s house, so it is obvious that the people should be properly placed in the accustomed environment.
I suspect Eliot seems to think of the kingdom of heaven as Baron Rothschild’s castle. The walls are covered with tenth-century siding. When you look at it, it is full of Buller tables, cabinetry, Louis XV style furniture and fine embroidery.
Trust me, my old friend, he paused and went on to say that there is no such thing as equality in heaven.
It wasn’t long before Eliot suddenly fell asleep. I sat by and watched him sleep intermittently. At one o’clock, the nurse came in and told me that Joseph had prepared lunch. Eliot became much quieter.
I didn’t expect your Excellency to come personally. It’s a great honor for the host. You didn’t see me kiss his ring.
I saw it.
I would never do that. It’s all about satisfying people.
I stayed in Eliot’s room all afternoon, and Isabel reported that her gray would arrive early the next day on the blue train. It would be best to catch it if possible. However, I don’t see any hope, but the doctor shook his head now. Eliot woke up at sunset and could eat something. It seems that he has regained his strength temporarily. He waved to me and I went to bed. His voice was very weak.
I haven’t answered Edna’s invitation letter yet.
Alas, Eliot, let it go now.
What? I always know the way of the world. I can’t forget where the invitation letter is just because I’m dying.
The invitation letter was on the mantelpiece. I took it and put it in his hand, but I thought he probably couldn’t read it clearly.
You get the stationery from my room. I want to write back orally.
I went to the next room and prepared a pen and paper to sit by his bed.
Are you ready?
done
He closed his eyes but smiled mischievously at the corners of his mouth. I wonder what he would say.
Mr Eliot Tamburton deeply regrets that he accepted the kind invitation of Princess Novomali due to God’s prior agreement.
He sneered faintly at his face, which was strangely blue and white, and it looked rather gloomy. Breathing out made people vomit and stink. This was also caused by his illness. It was a pity that Eliot used to wear perfume, but Chanel Morinaud perfume was still in his hand, and I thought that he was trying to draw it out because it was inconvenient. Unexpectedly, he held it tighter and suddenly raised his voice and scared me.
Old bitch, he roared
This was his last words, and then he fell into a coma. The nurse stayed with him the night before, looking very tired, so I promised to go to rest and call her if necessary, and said that I would watch him. Actually, I could do something. I lit the lampshade and desk lamp and read it until my eyes were sore, so I put out the light. Sitting in the dark that night, it was quite warm, and the windows were open. The lighthouse light would briefly enter the house every once in a while, and the moon had sunk to Edna Novomali’s masquerade ball. On that night, the full moon would shine on the noisy scene in the cave
The sky is a deep blue, and the stars are shining brilliantly. I seem to doze off, but my senses are still awake. Suddenly, there is a hasty and angry sound in my ear. I suddenly wake up. This is death. There is no other sound, which is even more awe-inspiring. I went to the bed and touched Eliot’s pulse by the lighthouse light. He was dead. I looked at him with my bedside lamp open. I stared at him for a while before helping him close his eyes. My emotions flooded my heart, and a few tears just slipped down my cheeks. This old friend was kind and kind, but his life was so silly
I didn’t think it was necessary to wake up the tired nurse, so I sat back in the window seat. She came into the room at 7: 00 a.m. I fell asleep. I told her to do something. After breakfast, she went to the car to get ready to pick up Gray Isabel. I told them that Eliot had died. There was no guest room in Eliot’s house, so I invited them to stay at my house, but they wanted to stay at the hotel. I went home to take a shower and shave and changed my clothes.
Before noon, Gray called me and said that Joseph had given them a letter named for me. Eliot asked him to keep it before he died. Because Eliot might allow me to look at it, I said that the carriage had passed, so I returned to the house in less than an hour. The envelope said that I should arrange a detailed funeral immediately after my death. I knew that he wanted to be buried in the church he had built, and he also told Isabel about it. He hoped that the body could be preserved, and he also appointed a entrusted store. In his will, he said that I had asked around and learned about the special anti-corrosion technology of their house. Don’t trust that you won’t rush things. I’m going to wear my ancestor Count Loria’s gift and his sword, and the Golden Wool Medal will be hung on my chest. It’s up to you to choose a low-key coffin, but it should be in line with my status and avoid any trouble. I hope to entrust Thomas Cook Company to undertake the transportation of the remains and send someone to escort the coffin to the burial site.
I remember Eliot said that he wanted to wear that gift to bury him on a whim. I didn’t expect him to be quite serious. Joseph insisted on fulfilling his last wish, and we didn’t have any reason not to do so. After Eliot’s body was coated with antiseptic balm, Joseph helped me change that ridiculous outfit. It was really horrible to do this. We had to put stockings on our legs first, and then we pulled up woven gold shorts. Then we made a lot of efforts to stuff his arms into the sleeves of his jacket. We also helped him put on a wide crepe collar and put a satin cloak over his shoulders. Finally, we put a flat-topped velvet. A hat was put on his head, and the Golden Wool Medal was put around his neck. The master applied ointment to his cheeks, and his lips were also painted red and moist. However, Eliot’s body was too thin to support this ceremony. It looked like Verdi’s early opera singer or an imaginary Don Quixote undertaker. After he was carried into the coffin, I put a long sword on his legs and asked him to put his hands on the hilt and round his head. This looks like I have seen the sculpture of the Crusader’s grave.
After that, Gray Isabel went to Italy to attend Eliot’s funeral.
Chapter vi
one
I have to wake up and read the chapter here, which mainly describes my talk with Larry, even if I skip it, it will hinder me from understanding the story, but then again, I might not have written it without this talk.
Two months after Eliot’s death that autumn, I stayed in Paris for a week before returning to England. Isabel Gray returned to Brittany after a hard trip to Italy, and now she lives in an apartment in St. Jiyong Street. Isabel told me in detail Eliot’s will. Eliot left some money for him to build a church, while the maintenance part was to hold a mass to pray for his soul to rest in peace. He also gave Bishop Nice a considerable charity. He left me a batch of tenth-century erotic novels and a beautiful painting in fragonard with the theme of mountains. Fairy Sartre, the goat god, performed boudoir music, but this painting is too obscene to be hung on the wall, and I don’t appreciate it personally. Eliot, the obscene painter, left a lot of life to two nephews and left 10 thousand yuan to Isabel, but I didn’t ask Isabel how much the inheritance was, but it must be a lot of money to see her smug appearance.
Gray has been eager to go back to the United States to work since she recovered. Although Isabel lived in Paris, Shugray’s anxiety still affected her. Gray had friends for a while, but although he wanted to work, he had to invest a lot of money first. At that time, Eliot was dead, and Isabel took over the property far more than Gray needed. Therefore, he contacted again after obtaining Isabel’s consent. If all goes well, he planned to go to Paris personally, but there were still many things to be done before going. They had to deal with the inheritance tax. According to the agreement, we have to sell the apartment in Saint-Jiyong Street, Antibu House, and hold an auction at Derouau auction house to sell Eliot’s many furniture and sketches. As everything is very expensive, it seems more appropriate to auction in spring. After all, there will be more famous collectors in Paris and Isabel will know more than one winter, which will not harm the two children. Today, French and English are equally beneficial to stay in French schools for a few months. In the past three years, they have all grown tall, thin legs and are usually lively and active. Although they are not as beautiful as their mothers, they are very curious about their babies.
Let’s just do this for a generation.
three
I, Larry, happened by chance. I asked Isabel about it, but she said that she seldom saw Larry after she came back from La Bora. Because of this, Gray often attended parties, which was even busier than the beautiful day when the four of us traveled together. In the evening, I went to the French Theatre to enjoy Berenice. Although I have read the play, I have never seen the stage performance, and I seldom want to miss it. It is said that the best theme of Blaine is too thin to support five acts, but the play is very moving. Several scenes are quite popular, and the story is based on the historian Tachi. Titus is madly in love with the Palestinian Queen Berenis, who promised her to get married, but failed herself on the first day of her accession to the throne. Berenis sent her away from Rome because the Senate and the Roman people resolutely opposed the marriage of the emperor and foreign queen. This play focuses on titus’s responsibility in the face of love, and he hesitated. Finally, Berenis was convinced that he loved her and decided his future, so he left him forever.
I guess maybe only the French can fully appreciate Racine’s literary grace and rhyme, but even foreigners will be moved by his deep feelings and lofty feelings once they get used to the bureaucratic pretentious style. Few people like Racine know that people have tension. For me, these round and melodious Alexander poems are enough to replace the stage movement. I also find that the long monologue is an excellent technique to reach a climax, as thrilling as those wonderful scenes in the film.