I couldn't finish it today, but I'm sorry for changing it tomorrow morning.

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A ...... who travels back in time to "Butterfly Dreams" Zaun girl

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Just now, a man proposed to me while eating breakfast.

If I were the twenty-first century girl, I would have slapped him in the face and made him fall in love with his jam bread, but unfortunately I am now in the nineteenth century, when women were still the property and vassals of men, and I was only Mrs. Van Hoof's "female companion", a combination of governess and servant, which had a good reputation, but was meaningless to my empty purse and suitcase.

It's a real flattering thing to have this gentleman in good faith, if only his name wasn't Messi Devins.

Of course, I happily accepted his marriage proposal, everyone, if possible, I also want to be self-respecting and self-reliant, but unfortunately in this era, women wearing pants will be thrown into prison, my little praying mantis should not challenge the wheels of society.

The rest of the week went well, and the day before returning to Mandoli Manor, Mr. Devens noticed my unusual excitement, "What's wrong with you?" he asked.

What else can it be, anyone who has watched "Butterfly Dream" knows that the next thing is tearing and tearing! "I didn't fight very well, but I still felt my blood boiling.

As I sat in the car and saw the blood-red heather that had almost become the symbol of Rebecca, Mr. Devens asked me, "Do you like it?"

"No," I glanced at the thing with contempt, "and there are no more vulgar colors and flowers than this." ”

And the heather smells so strong, if it weren't for the fact that I had to pretend to be a little sheep, lest Mr. Devens be too frightened, I'd tell me that the heather smelled like that liquid, you know.

When Mr. Devens heard this, he immediately put away his smile, and to be honest, if he hadn't read the book, I wasn't sure if he really loved Rebecca, or maybe Stemorg's...... But seriously, I kind of look down on him, although he is so old, he is still like a child, he will only run away if he doesn't solve problems when he encounters them.

When he saw the house, he cursed in a low voice, saying that he didn't like this set or something, I really wanted to ask him if he was working as a cleaner here, as the head of the family, I didn't expect him to conquer the universe with a single look or anything, at least no one should disobey him and deliberately embarrass him.

He muttered something to him to solve, don't, when will you play at this time, anyone can give me a dismount and ask me to continue?

I sweetly declined his "kindness", someone opened the car door for me, I got out of the car with my head held high, I didn't bring a blanket and a small makeup case, all of which were carried by my personal maid. The butler seemed to want to speak to Mr. Devens, and I took a hand by the arm, and took a half-step forward, tilting my head sideways, and alerting my husband with an inquiring look.

Well, he finally remembered to introduce me, I gave a cold oh, and didn't try to shake hands with the butler or anything, and along the way, the butler didn't keep saying hello to Mr. Devens because of my presence.

The poor original heroine had only worn quite plain and thin clothes before, I didn't quite understand, probably a dress or something, I don't quite understand why she wanted to save money for Mr. Devens, I like silk skirts, and velvet cloaks, in this era, your lady buys clothes, if they are not customized, they are delivered to the door of the department store, and there are models to show on their behalf, I temporarily filled eleven suitcases, and there may be more after that.

I still had a necklace of diamonds and emeralds around my neck, matching the dark green skirt and cloak, and the hall was filled with servants, and I think I knew why Mr. Devens did not like this way of greeting, and the air had become cloudy with so many people. A woman in black walked up to me, and she probably thought I would shake her hand first, but no, I didn't even take off my gloves.

Mr. Devens looked at me, perhaps misunderstood, "This is Mrs. Danvers." "He thought I didn't know who that bastard was.

"I'm sorry," I said serenely, "I've never been too close to strangers, Butler Danvers. Then I looked around, "I'm glad you're here to greet us," I said, glancing at the different faces, "but I would prefer that you will complete this ritual in such a way that you work dutifully in your place." ”

"What do you think?" I asked Mr. Devens.

Funny enough, Mr. Devens seemed a little pleased, and perhaps out of upbringing and cowardice, he could not say what I had just said.

I had just gotten a little better of Mr. Devens, and he made another mistake for me, and he told me that he wanted me to be friends with Mrs. Danvers, "friend?" I asked in astonishment, "I thought she was a butler? Mr. Devens was immediately vague again, even a little annoyed, but he couldn't divorce me so quickly as long as he wanted to maintain his dignity, and I hid a sharp steel scissor in my bedside dresser, after all, he had killed a wife before, in a sense.

But I had to give Mrs. Danvers a chance.

Of course I was not afraid, for the house, though it was so large, could not compare with the Forbidden City or the Palace of Versailles, that I walked around leisurely, with Mrs. Danvers behind me, and listening to her talk about the weekly visits, and I had already decided that I would cancel the activity and do something! There would be some strangers coming in and out of my own home...... I am not an exhibitionist Louis XIV.

Mrs. Danvers was at first at ease, but following me, she could not take me where she wanted me to go, and at last I could feel relieved as I walked towards my room with Mr. Devens.

"I can't see the sea from here," I said, turning to Mrs. Danvers.

"Yes, invisible. From this side of the house, not only could you not see the sea, but you could not even hear the sound of the waves. On this side, you wouldn't expect the sea to be near. (All of the above are original)

"Well, I don't like to see the sea either," I said, "and some of the unfortunate ones like to run into the sea and kill themselves, and when they are washed up by the sea, they soak like dead pigs with swollen hair." ”

Mrs. Danvers froze for a moment, and I sat at the dresser, playing with my jewels in boredom, for a hairbrush certainly would not satisfy my insatiable appetite as a vain woman of the twentieth century.

It took a long time for her to speak, and sure enough, when she said that she was going to arrange something for me to help me die as a maid, she was laughing at me for not having a personal maid at all.

"I have my maid. I said, "Give her a room closest to me, and I will be indispensable for her service." ”

Mrs. Danvers thought my request was not appropriate, and my reply was to sweep the whole dresser to the floor. Broken perfume bottles are splashed everywhere, and I don't care what the servants think of me, but can I be gentle and considerate and careful to make them my side? Rebecca and Mrs. Danvers have left too much poison here, and if they don't let them do more, they probably can't remember that I am the mistress here.

A series of subsequent conversations about Rebecca came to an end, and Mrs. Danvers failed to show off how long she had been here, or how capable her mistress was.

"Do you have any other orders?" she asked.

"Yes." I said that she froze again, and that she probably thought that a poor and lowly little girl would not dare to call her, but I was Mrs. Devens, and I ordered a great deal of things as I pleased, and she wanted to interrupt me and tell me sarcastically to whom I should say these things, and that the servants had their own duties, and so on, "I remember that you are the butler," and I said, "If you can't do well, I'll swallow another one, I don't want to irritate her, and I'll burn the mansion to-night:" Mr. Devens has a lot of praise for you, and it's just a little thing, and you shouldn't be so incompetent, right, Butler Danvers?"

I knew why she was unwilling, and my first order was to eradicate all the heather and replace it with roses. Well, roses are cheesy, but I just like them.

Mrs. Danvers lived up to my expectations, and she sued Mr. Devens, that heather was the symbol of Mantorie Manor, and that he had said this, "but this symbol is not good," I said gently, "in the far East, heather is a symbol of evil, and some have written such verses...... and then I recited a lame poem, and Mr. Devens' face turned pale, and it was not good for me, and it seemed too irritating to him that the red color of the heather came from the blood of the, and so on, but he never mentioned the symbol or anything more.

My valet arrived that night, and she startled a lot of people, and people were whispering, and I didn't care, as usual.

This maid ...... She was the daughter of a butcher, as tall and powerful as her father, and she did work as a maid, but only in the kitchen and in the courtyard, but she came so late because I had hired a few teachers to teach her how to be a good valet, and I paid her almost a tenth of the "needlework money" that Mr. Devens had given me, an unimaginable price relative to a maid at this time, which would have made her difficult to buy—what I bought was my safety.

I'll try to hire more servants in the future, and I'll not keep any of the servants that Rebecca has used.

For the original heroine, there is tea, coffee, scrambled eggs, sausages, fish, boiled eggs, and bread and jam for breakfast, which is as rich as a king's enjoyment, but sorry, from the empire of how big foodies can I only say ==...... "I don't want fish in my breakfast in the future," I said unceremoniously, what is the matter with the fish that eats boiled soup in the morning?" "Go find some small cucumbers that are no more than a finger long, marinate them with vinegar and salt, and sugar, remember, you can't have a little oil in it." Do you know how to make meat floss? No? It's a very simple dish, learn it as soon as possible. What a surprise...... Eggs and flour, beaten together, wrapped in mushrooms, and then fried, don't use the oil twice, I can't see the burnt spots...... Sprinkle with grated peppercorns and salt at the end. ”

Mr. Devens kept looking at me, frowning, perhaps thinking I was being rude, and I just smiled at him, and I never wronged myself.

Today Mr. Devens' sister Beatrice will come, and she is said to be straightforward in her disposition, well, I am also straightforward, and she is a relative, not a servant.

After that, some small episodes, such as eating breakfast for too long, apologizing to the housekeeper (male), tripping on the stairs, did not happen, I always walked with my head held high, and there was nothing difficult to control in the heels of less than ten centimeters, and occasionally there were some small mistakes, I either didn't realize it, or I didn't bother with it.

My maid followed me, and when I went back to the room to change clothes, the maids were cleaning the room, well, this is also one of the so-called mandoli rules, what cleaning time master must retreat, my maid Mary took a step forward, pointed out aggressively, and those maids obediently rolled out - even a three-star hotel can hang a Do Not Disturb sign, and at home you actually want the master to avoid the maid?

I changed my clothes and quickly went downstairs with Mr. Devens, and since I was sure that the guests were coming, I certainly wouldn't wander around and waste time.

Mr. Devens looked at me.

As soon as I saw the only woman of the three, although she looked like a man, my first impression was fine, and when Mr. Devens introduced me to them, I reached out my fingertips and touched their fingers lightly, maybe someone wanted to make more contact with me, but I moved much faster than they thought. By the time it was time for Beatrice, I not only took her whole hand, but also hugged her, kissed her, and said, "Why," I said warmly, "Welcome!" and held her tightly, she was a little nervous at first, and then gradually relaxed.

"Do you like mandoli?" she asked after a pleasantries.

"You say architecture?" I said unceremoniously, "but the people who decorated it before obviously lacked the proper artistic cultivation, and only knew how to pile up, accumulate, and add meaningless icing on the cake." And there are too many man-made things, so that this place has lost its original natural atmosphere, I have seen the drawings of the mandoli before, it is a pity, it is simply a violent thing. ”

Beatrice was dumbfounded, of course, I was talking about it, but so what? Would anyone still jump up and shout long live Rebecca? Possibly, there was a suspicious concubine here.

It's Mr. Cousin, Mr. Green Devens.