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She tossed the baked sweets into her mouth. She became very desperate. Neither Niel and Pamela was yet visible in her sight. Before she realized it, the plate was empty. Without hesitation, she took another plateful.
When she was eating a sugar-soaked cookie, she was quietly congratulated. Looking back, she saw a young Baroness, Brenda. Connie swallowed the cookies. A bit surprised by the appearance of the sudden person.
Brenda was one of Pamelaâs follower. She was weak-witted, and always timidly peeping at Pamela.
When she had finished the routine salutation, she turned her heel with an apparent relief. If you donât like it that much, you shouldnât come. Was she really a woman of discipline? âAh!â said Connie, with her eyes, after her back, carelessly.
âBrenda, I think your hair ornament is loose.â
As she spoke, Brenda stiffened her body.But Connie didnât mind. Close up and point to the back of the head.
âYou see, my hair is becoming a mess. Iâd be in trouble if the decorations fell.â
âYes, yes.â
âWhy donât you take it off?â
Brenda murmured, in a low voice, âI will.â It was a tragic voice. I wonder if she didnât like getting disheveled. âMay I touch it?â
Coneyâs proposal made Brenda shake her shoulders open. Itâs a shame. I donât eat anyone. Coney quickly rearranged her chestnut hair, nodding tirelessly after a little worrying.
âLook, if you style your hair like this, youâre still cute without a hair ornament.â
At last she looked as if she were going to cry when I told her encouragingly. Iâm getting more and more confused . While Connie was still at a loss what to do, Brenda nodded and uttered a strangling cry.
âOh, I left my porch upstairs. Iâll get it right away, and Iâll keep this hair ornament for all you have to do until then.â
âYes, of course. Iâll take your offer!â
At night, Connie always keep the pouch. The hair ornament Brenda handed me was decorated with a flowered gilt and white pearls. She wrap it around a handkerchief to prevent it from being broken, and then gently put it into a pouch. Brenda went up the stairs without looking back. Why is that?
My mouth was completely spoiled by eating too much sweets. I seek a waiter for tea. Then I saw a little young man near meâWayne Hastings. Apparently, he was watching the current exchange. Although we know each other, weâre not friendly enough to exchange words. I nodded briefly, and he gave me a light bow.
âââ
Before I knew it, the Quadrille ended and now, in a relaxed tune, men and women are dancing around in circles.
Brenda hasnât come back yet. Looking up at the spiral staircase leading to the second floor, Pamela Francis emerged dashingly from there. Beside her were Neil and a distressed Brenda.
âConstance Grail!â
Pamela gave a shrill voice that echoed in the hall:
âYouâve done such a terrible thingââ
At any rate, the eyes of the people around her were all turned towards me. Pamela smirked with great satisfaction.
âI know that your house is in a hard condition. But isnât this a bit too much? Honestly, I doubt her character.â
Coney, who is addressed, also attracts attention. In the unfamiliar situation, a confused voice broke out.
âWhat is it?â
âOh, you mean to play dumb? But itâs no use. âyou stole Brendaâs hair ornament.â
âStole Brendaâs hair ornament?
Not understanding what she was really saying, but knowing that it was hostile, Coneyâs heart beat fast.
âI heard it from Brenda. I heard you told her to fix her hair because it looks like itâs going to be loose. But itâs strange. When she realized, she had lost her precious hair ornament. Hey, Constance Greil. Whatâs your opinion on that?â
âWell,â
âIt has a rare Jella pearl and is made out of pure gold. If you sell it, youâll get ten gold coins. For people who are desperate for money, itâs as much as they want. Yes, yes, I know how you feel. I know the poor circumstances of your house.â
âI was asked by Brenda toâŠâ
âAsked? You say youâre not stealing?â
Even though I wanted to talk about the situation, I was speedily thrown at the words, and I could do my best to answer them.
âWell, yes,â
âThen show me the porch.â
âEh?â
âIf you say you havenât stolen it, you can show your purse, can you?â
Connie was frightened in spite of herself, for there is Blendaâs hair ornament inside. Neil, who had been wondering about it, looked at her in confusion.
âConnie, my dear.â
âNo!â
Coney cried. But the porch was forcibly taken from her hand. No, no. Pamela tumbled the porch over the table and threw the content out. She hissed in an exaggerating voice.
âWell, Connie? You said you didnât steal it, but what does this mean? Can you explain it properly?â
A golden hair ornament peeped through a handkerchief. Neil became silent as he saw it. The crowds began to whisper.
She felt her throat getting hotter. But Coney still held back.
âBrenda asked me to keep it.â
Yes, Connie didnât do anything wrong.
But Pamela was cruel. She cornered Connie without any mercy.
âIs it so? At first glance, it does not seem to be particularly bad or anything. And yet, did you offer her to take it? Brenda? Both of you are not even close, right? Donât you find her story strange?â
There was ridicule coming out of nowhere. She was suspected. She felt her body getting hotter. Coney roared without hesitation.
âBrenda!â
Brenda flinched.
âTell me! You asked me, didnât you? You said, âJust keep it while I go get my porchâ. Right, Brenda? Why are you quiet? Brenda, Brenda!ă
She remained silent, curling up on her back.
âThatâs a terrible excuse.â
Contrary to the content, Pamelaâs voice was horribly affectionate.
âPoor Brenda is frightened. Itâs okay, Brenda. You donât have to say anything⊠You see, Neil. This is what sheâs actually like.â
Pamela said, and leaned on Neilâs arms as she pleaded:
âWe must at once raise an objection to the engagement. What she had done is a genuine criminal act. Marriage is a matter of trust in the Bronson Society.â
Neil looked at Connie and the hair ornament in bewilderment.
âAh, Thatâs right. But there is no evidenceâŠâ
âEvidence?â
Pamela smiled.
âWhy, everybody here is a witness! Oh, yes, there was a clergyman, Viscount Harmsworth here. If you want to, you can just make a statement. âcould somebody call the Viscount?â
âNo, I donât steal itâŠâ
At that, Pamela turned to Connie and spit it out in a disdain.
âWhat is it, Grail of Faith? Youâre simply just a thief.â
âNoââ
I canât breathe from the shock. Look over the hall for help. I met pale Wayne Hastings in the cold line. He must have seen it then. His eyes were drawn away, and his head was quickly swung, signing he doesnât want to get involved in the trouble.
It was a bit of a blur, and my vision shook.
ââWho?
There were other people there. There were some familiar faces. But everyone kept their mouths shut and abandoned Connie.
Somebody, please help me.
Tears trickled down my eyes. The back of my throat is hot. I know, I know. No one will help me after all. Nobody is willing to help me.
ââall right,â
(What?)
The voice suddenly fell to Coneyâs ear. A little girlâs voice, like a bell. Her voice was familiar. Thatâs only recently.
âIâll help youâŠâ
The sweet tone is haughty, but somehow attractive.
âBut, in returnââ
Constance Grail could not hear her words to the end.
For suddenly something rushed into Connieâs body, and Connie drifted into unconsciousness.
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This chapter makes me suffer so much as Brenda is translated into blender in Google Translate and Papago lol