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- Now, don't talk to me, Miss Solveig. - I hate dark dimensional portals, I detest them. - He's an animal! His nickname stuck because he destroyed his victims through these dark portals, even though it got worse, he was still very distinct, inaugurating his candidacy, with the connection between politics and traditional forces. That was his training, close to the rights of the chaos lords, but he is someone who became something that could not be killed or faced by a few, nor representing a type of characteristic, with that his flight, he set a precedent, opening an environment where these figures had power. Someone of power, who challenged him with tradition, would have the same power as he represented. When I told her, naturally, that she was worried, tired, in her political plots, that I regretted that, it was like this, that I put my hand on her head, touched her forehead and said that it was hot now , but that on the day She doesn't have the excitement, nor the motivation, to have the necessary strength to end it all, in that next moment that would refresh that hypothesis in that she was still grumpy, with a bad face towards me, but soon she dropped the egg and headed towards meekly to the bed where Yrsa slept. - This girl, she is very beautiful. – The woman exclaimed with the same frown and with the same rustic manners. Even if I agreed with a smile. — Orphan, right? - Yes. - That's what we need to believe, that deal left her with no one but us. – The other said. —But she knows a lot, I suppose , she knows well about the aristocracy, she knows how to dance, play music and sing, books and strategic partners, I believe she knows how to speak French and knows geography, globes, needlework and many others things, besides being smart, she doesn't seem like what can be said differently. Her line of sight was how far they could invest until she left, but because of that by adhering to it, she was part of an agreement. - Undoubtedly. — I don't know anything about what they're planning, but it's not good, not in the short term. - She said. - I can't do anything but write, I'm always writing things about Mom, in which I admire what rules and agreements shouldn't be in relation to children who haven't even been born. Still, that you two were not ashamed, when you arrived this afternoon, to see me incapable of doing anything else, that was beyond wickedness on your part, in which, however, I believe you think yourselves very delicate. I noticed that the poor girl, she was almost crying and I sat down again, without saying a word, looking at her (I thought) in the most indulgent way I could, this situation doesn't look good at all. . - This whole situation and his business, in which I was involved, is a shame. – The girl said. - Now, you know it is. – The woman said. When that whole house is a shame, the whole family, the whole legacy is a shame, while the children cause shame, I am the one who causes shame. I know my father is unhappy and it's no wonder – The woman said. When it started with Heidi who was still a baby, now that she has grown up enough, even if she doesn't accept the situation, she finds herself in, she ends up taking it out on another problem, she is always drinking. In the future, this will be a shame and a great pretence on your part, if you say that you didn't notice today how much she smelled of drink, it doesn't matter, but whenever she drank, she smelled as much as a tavern before dinner. - You know that very well! – The other said. - This whole situation has a significant point, it will influence territorial proximity, with the problems that this can cause. – The other said. — Honey, I don't know, no. – The other said. - You do know. – The other said, with complete abandon, — You can't say you didn't understand. - She said. – Vice noticed. - I can't say yes, oh, my dear. – The woman said. - You know if you don't let me talk... – She tried. - We're talking, he said, now, and think about it now, let's talk now. - You know you are. - He said. – Don't tell me stories and go off on tangents, Miss Solveig. - Understand, my dear. - I said. – If you try, you need to understand that you don't want to listen to me... — I don't want to hear it. – The other countered. - Oh, you know what I think, you should listen to me, because otherwise it wouldn't be reasonable at all. - She said. - I didn't understand what you said because the housekeeper, who didn't approach me - Trying to escape or lying doesn't help. – The other said. during dinner. But I don't doubt what you told me, and I'm sorry to hear it. — You don't need to make a virtue of it. — No, my dear. It would be complete nonsense. She was still standing by the bed and then she bent down (but still with the same displeased face) and kissed Yrsa. - I know this done. – Then, she retreated gently, without much fanfare. When she stood next to my chair. His chest heaved in a distressing way, which caused me deep regret, but I thought it best not to say nYrsa. - I know I wanted to die. – The woman said, revealing the truth. – Even though I wanted us all to die. It would be much better for all of us. Soon after, he knelt on the floor, next to me, hid his face in my dress, passionately begged me for forgiveness, sobbing. I comforted her, even though I hugged her, I lifted her, to which she, however, said crying no and no, that she wanted to stay there like that! — You are used to teaching girls. - She said. - I know if you had only been able to teach me, I would have learned from you! - I'm so unhappy and I like you so much, but you have to accept the situation. - She said. I could not persuade her to sit beside me, or to do anything other than drag a tattered stool to where she was kneeling, which I was sitting on while making her sit, even though she was holding my dress. in the same way. Even though in a short moment, with every part of her, even though she was strangely poor girl, she fell asleep and then I tried to lift her head, so that she could rest on my lap, covering us both with shawls. When the fire went out, during the whole night she rested like that, before the grate full of ash, and at first I was painfully awake, trying in vain to get involved, with my eyes closed, in the scenes of that day. In the end, little by little they became indistinct and confused. I began to not understand who the person sleeping on my lap was. Even though at a certain point, when Yrsa , now one of my old friends from Reading, from whom I couldn't convince myself that I had separated so recently Even if that crazy lady, bowing smiling, all curtsies; now someone with authority The City Shrouded in Darkness Gloomy , then, finally, it was no one and I fell asleep. The morning light, still imprecise, fought weakly against the fog when I opened my eyes, and found those of a small ghost with a dirty face, fixed on me. Galatea . At that time, she had gotten out of her crib and crawled out, in her nightgown and nightcap, in which she was so cold that her teeth were chattering, as if they were all loose. With the arrival of the morning it was humid and the fog still seemed thick, I now say it did, because the windows were so crusty, with everything dirty that they would have made the splendid summer light dull), I was sufficiently forewarned. Being that it was about the lack of comfort in there, at that early hour, when she was curious enough about the City of Stadt der düsteren Dunkelheit to think that it would be a good idea to accept the Aslaug 's proposal to go for a walk. - Dear, Mommy, she won't be coming down anytime soon. – The woman said. That's when it would be lucky if, wasting time on these trifles, breakfast was ready an hour later, as for Dad, he ate what he found and went to the office. She never gets what you would call a regular lunch. Heidi leaves out bread and some milk for him, when there is leftovers from the day before, where there is often no milk at all because the cat drank it, even now. - Now, thinking about it, I'm afraid you're tired, even if it would affect others. – It was when Miss Solveig, when you might prefer to go to bed.