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The Adventure of the Copper Beeches
Capítulo 12, Página 15
"Mrs.
Rucastle
seemed
dull
both
in
appearance
and
mind.
She
didn't
impress
me
much
either
way.
She
was
quite
ordinary.
It
was
clear
she
was
deeply
devoted
to
her
husband
and
little
son.
Her
light
grey
eyes
constantly
watched
them,
trying
to
meet
their
needs.
Mr.
Rucastle
was
kind
to
her
in
a
loud,
cheerful
way,
and
they
seemed
happy
together.
Yet,
she
had
a
secret
sadness.
She
often
appeared
lost
in
thought,
with
a
sad
expression.
I
have
even
seen
her
in
tears.
I
sometimes
thought
it
was
her
child's
behavior
that
troubled
her.
I
have
never
met
such
a
spoiled
and
bad-tempered
child.
He
is
small
for
his
age,
with
a
large
head.
His
life
seems
to
be
a
cycle
of
angry
fits
and
sulking.
Hurting
weaker
creatures
is
his
idea
of
fun,
and
he
is
quite
skilled
at
catching
mice,
birds,
and
insects.
But
I
would
rather
not
talk
about
him,
Mr.
Holmes,
as
he
is
not
central
to
my
story."
"I
appreciate
all
details,"
my
friend
remarked,
"whether
they
seem
relevant
to
you
or
not."
"I
will
try
not
to
miss
anything
important.
One
unpleasant
thing
about
the
house
struck
me
immediately:
the
servants.
There
are
only
two,
a
man
and
his
wife.
Toller,
the
man,
is
rough
and
unpolished,
with
grizzled
hair
and
a
constant
smell
of
alcohol.
Twice
since
I've
been
there,
he
has
been
completely
drunk,
yet
Mr.
Rucastle
ignored
it.
His
wife
is
tall,
strong,
with
a
sour
face,
as
silent
as
Mrs.
Rucastle
and
much
less
friendly.
They
are
an
unpleasant
couple,
but
luckily,
I
spend
most
of
my
time
in
the
nursery
and
my
own
room,
which
are
next
to
each
other
in
one
part
of
the
house."
"For
two
days
after
I
arrived
at
the
Copper
Beeches,
my
life
was
quiet.
On
the
third
day,
Mrs.
Rucastle
came
down
after
breakfast
and
whispered
something
to
her
husband."
"'Oh,
yes,'
he
said,
turning
to
me,
'we
are
very
grateful
to
you,
Miss
Hunter,
for
agreeing
to
cut
your
hair.
I
assure
you,
it
hasn't
affected
your
appearance
at
all.
Now,
we
shall
see
how
the
electric-blue
dress
suits
you.
You
will
find
it
on
the
bed
in
your
room.
If
you
could
put
it
on,
we
would
be
very
thankful.'"
"The
dress
waiting
for
me
was
a
peculiar
shade
of
blue.
It
was
made
of
excellent
material,
a
sort
of
beige,
but
it
clearly
had
been
worn
before.
It
fit
me
perfectly,
as
if
it
had
been
made
for
me.
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Rucastle
seemed
overly
delighted
with
how
it
looked.
They
were
waiting
for
me
in
the
drawing-room,
a
large
room
at
the
front
of
the
house,
with
three
long
windows
reaching
to
the
floor.
A
chair
was
placed
by
the
central
window,
facing
away
from
it.
They
asked
me
to
sit
there,
and
Mr.
Rucastle
began
telling
me
the
funniest
stories
I
had
ever
heard.
You
can't
imagine
how
comical
he
was,
and
I
laughed
until
I
was
exhausted.
Mrs.
Rucastle,
however,
didn't
smile
at
all.
She
sat
with
her
hands
in
her
lap,
looking
sad
and
worried.
After
an
hour,
Mr.
Rucastle
said
it
was
time
to
start
the
day's
work,
and
I
could
change
my
dress
and
go
to
little
Edward
in
the
nursery."
"Two
days
later,
we
went
through
the
same
routine.
Again,
I
changed
my
dress,
sat
by
the
window,
and
laughed
at
my
employer's
funny
stories.
He
had
a
vast
collection
of
them
and
told
them
wonderfully.
Then
he
gave
me
a
yellow-backed
novel,
moved
my
chair
slightly
so
my
shadow
wouldn't
fall
on
the
page,
and
asked
me
to
read
aloud
to
him.
I
read
for
about
ten
minutes,
starting
in
the
middle
of
a
chapter,
when
suddenly,
in
the
middle
of
a
sentence,
he
told
me
to
stop
and
change
my
dress."
"You
can
imagine,
Mr.
Holmes,
how
curious
I
became
about
this
strange
performance.
They
were
always
careful
to
turn
my
face
away
from
the
window,
so
I
was
eager
to
see
what
was
going
on
behind
me.
At
first,
it
seemed
impossible,
but
I
soon
found
a
way.
My
hand-mirror
had
broken,
so
I
hid
a
piece
of
the
glass
in
my
handkerchief.
Next
time,
while
laughing,
I
pretended
to
wipe
my
eyes
and
managed
to
see
behind
me.
I
was
disappointed
at
first.
There
seemed
to
be
nothing.
But
on
a
second
look,
I
saw
a
man
standing
on
the
Southampton
Road,
a
small
bearded
man
in
a
grey
suit,
looking
towards
me.
The
road
is
busy,
and
people
often
pass
by.
This
man,
however,
leaned
against
the
railings
near
our
field
and
looked
up
intently.
I
lowered
my
handkerchief
and
noticed
Mrs.
Rucastle
watching
me
closely.
She
said
nothing,
but
I
believe
she
guessed
I
had
seen
what
was
behind
me.
She
immediately
stood
up."
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