Mauritius

Heaven has the ability to marry. he boasted. As he spoke he saw a winged Assyrian bull whose face changed into innocent wonder. "He's big enough, isn't he?" said he. "They must have had a wonderful machine to make such a thing." "

"I think so," said Morris, who was also impressed by the Bulls. "I can't tell. There seems to be another end here."

"A couple, so to speak. Are these for decoration?"

"This one has five legs."

"My side is the same, weird idea." The two stood beside their respective monsters, looking at each other with smiles on their faces.He straightened up again, and said: "No, Mr. Hall. I see through your tricks, but I won't fall for you again. I tell you, instead of waiting for Fred to show up, you'd better Why don't you talk to me intimately. You have to pay for the fun you have." He was handsome when he was threatening like that, even with that savage look in his eyes.Maurice gazed at him tenderly but penetratingly.He vented, but to no avail.Those words fell like dried thin mud.He muttered, "Think about it," and sat down on a bench.After a while Maurice sat down next to him.After about twenty or ten minutes like this, they walked non-stop from one room to another as if they were looking for something.They fix their eyes on a statue of a goddess or a vase, and leave on impulse, as if agreed upon.It's inconceivable that they would act in unison, given that the two are ostensibly at odds with each other.Alek resumed his despicable intimidation vaguely, but for some reason, the silence during the pause was not infected.It didn't frighten Maurice or make him angry, he just regretted that a man should be in such a predicament.When he was willing to answer, their eyes met, and his smile sometimes induced his opponent to smile too.He was more and more convinced that they were actually playing a trick--almost a prank--to hide something real that both of them longed for.He continues to stand his ground, both genuine and affable.If he didn't take the offensive, it was because he wasn't excited yet.There must be an external impact to start action. By chance, the problem was solved.

He bent over the model of the Acropolis, his forehead furrowed a little, and muttered, "I see, I see, I see." A gentleman nearby heard his voice.Startled, I stared at him through myopia glasses and said, "That's true! I can forget my looks, but I can never forget my voice. That's true! You're a graduate of our school. "That's Mr. Doush.

Morris did not answer.Alek quietly leaned over to join in the fun.

"You must have been in Principal Abraham's school. Wait! Wait! Don't tell me your name, I want to remember it myself, and I'll remember. You're not Sander, and you're not Gibbs. I get it , I see, your name is Wimbleby."

He actually got the name wrong, Mr. Du Xi has always been like this!If his last name had been called Maurice would have answered seriously, but at the moment he was inclined to lie.He was tired of being misunderstood endlessly, and it made him suffer.He replied, "No, my name is Scudder." The first pseudonym that came to mind blurted out, as if it had been ripe for his use.When the surname came out of his mouth, he understood why.But at the moment when he suddenly realized, Alek himself spoke. "No," he said to Mr. Douchy, "I have a serious case against this gentleman."

"Yes, very seriously." Maurice said, and put a hand on Alek's shoulder, so that his fingers touched the back of his neck.He just got carried away on a whim, for no other reason.

Mr. Douche was unaware.He's not a suspicious person, it's just a rough joke.If the dark-haired, gentlemanly lad said he wasn't Wimbledon, he definitely wasn't."I'm very sorry, sir, I could easily be mistaken," he said, and then, determined to show that he wasn't an old fool, he began to talk to the two silent fellows about the British Museum.Said it not only collects antiques, people can lead the ignorant people around here - er - isn't it - it's an exciting place - even school children will come up with all kinds of things in their heads. All sorts of questions - and we'll answer them - no doubt, not up to the task.Then came a patient voice: "Ben, we're waiting for you." Mr. Douchy went back to his wife.At the same time, Alec snapped away, whispering, "That's right... Now I'll leave you alone."

"Where are you going to make a serious accusation?" said Maurice, his tone suddenly menacing.

"It's hard to say." He looked back.His face was flushed, in stark contrast to those heroes.Flawless though they were, they were pale and lifeless, never overwhelmed or dishonorable. "Don't worry—I will never hurt you now—your courage is too great, I am convinced."

"To hell with guts," said Maurice, in a rage.

"Never again—" he slapped himself on the mouth. "I don't know what's the matter with me, Mr. Hall. I don't want to do you any harm. It never occurred to me."

"You blackmailed me."

"No, sir, no..."

"That's what you do."

"Listen, Maurice, I just..."

"Call me Maurice?"

"You called me Alek... I'm the same as you."

"I don't think you are like me!" Maurice paused, a moment before the storm.Then he burst out: "I swear to God, if you snitch on Mr Douchy I'll beat you to the ground. It might cost me a few hundred pounds, but I can afford it, and the police always give me people like that Back up and deal with people like you. How do you know that. We'll put you in jail for blackmail, and after that—I'll put a pistol through my own head."

"Kill yourself? Die?"

"I didn't know I loved you until then. It was too late . Let’s go out, we can’t talk here.” They left the overheated mansion, and walked past the library where it was said that all kinds of books were hidden, looking for darkness and rain.When he came to the columned porch, Maurice stopped and asked in an unhappy tone, "I forgot, where is your brother?"

"He's at Daddy's—my brother doesn't know anything—I'm just scaring you—"

"—for blackmail."

"If only you could understand..." He pulled out the note written by Maurice. "Take it if you like... I won't use it... Never intended to do it... I guess it's over."

Undoubtedly, it is not over.Unable to part, and not knowing what was about to happen, they stalked furiously through the last faint glimmer of a sordid day.Night, the ever-changing night, finally came.Maurice regained the self-possession to examine the new material that passion had procured for him.In a deserted square, they stood leaning on a fence surrounded by a few trees and began to discuss the crisis they were facing.

But the more Maurice calmed down, the stronger Alek's feelings became.Mr. Douche seemed to have set an exasperating imbalance between the two of them, and as soon as Maurice was too tired to fight, Alec struck.He said fiercely, "It rained harder than this in the boathouse, and it was colder. Why didn't you come?"

"Confused."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You know, my head has been muddled all year. I haven't been to you, I haven't written to you, because I wanted to escape from you, even though it was against my will. You can't understand. You keep on Drag me back, I'm scared to death. I felt you too when I tried to sleep at the doctor's for a while, you were so attractive to me. I know there is something evil, but I can't say it That's why I came here, so I always imagined it to be you."

"what is that?"

"Well—situation."

"I don't understand this. Why didn't you come to the boathouse?"

"I'm afraid--you're bothered by being afraid. Ever since cricket you allowed yourself to be afraid of me. That's why we both hate each other to this day."

"I won't ask you for a penny, and I won't break your little finger," he growled, rattling the fence that separated him from the bushes.

"But you still try so hard to break my heart."

"Why do you say you love me?"

"Why do you call me Maurice?"

"Oh, let's stop talking. Here—" And he held out his hand.Maurice gripped the hand.At this moment, they won the greatest victory that ordinary people can achieve.Carnal love means reaction, in essence, terror