function demo_dracula()
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var $title = "Dracula (simplified)";
var $names="jonathan harker lucy mina adams arthur seward";

var $demotext="  Dracula Stage 2  JONATHAN HARKER\'S DIARY  1 Count Dracula  My story begins about seven years ago, in 1875. My   name is Jonathan Harker, and I live and work in London. My job is to buy and sell houses for other people. One day a letter arrived for me from a very rich man who lived in Transylvania. He wanted to buy a house in England and he needed my help. The man was Count Dracula, and I agreed to help him. I found a house for him, and he asked me to take all the papers for it to Transylvania. I was not very pleased about this. I was planning to get married in the autumn, and I did not want to leave my beautiful Mina.  But you must go, Jonathan,\' she said.  The Count is rich, and perhaps he will give you more work later.\' So I agreed to go. I did not know then of the terrible danger which waited for me in Transylvania. And so, on 4th May I arrived at a little town called Bistritz. Transylvania was a strange and beautiful country. There were mountains, trees and rivers everywhere. And somewhere high in the mountains was the Count\'s home, Castle Dracula. I had six hours to wait before the coach came to take me there, so I went into a little hotel. Inside the hotel it was warm and friendly. The people there were all laughing and talking.  Where are you going?\' they asked me.  To Castle Dracula,\' I replied. Suddenly the room was silent and everyone turned to look at me. I could not understand why they all looked afraid.  Don\'t go there,\' someone said.  But I have to,\' I answered.  It\'s business.\' They began to talk again, but they were no longer laughing. Slowly, the hotel keeper\'s wife took the gold cross from her neck and put it into my hand.  Take this,\' she said.  There is danger at Castle Dracula. Perhaps this will help you.\' When the coach arrived and I got into it, a crowd of people came to watch, and I heard the word  vampire\'. The coach travelled up into the mountains. Higher and higher it went, faster and faster. The sun was bright, but above the trees there was snow on the mountain tops. Then suddenly the sun went down behind the mountains and everywhere was dark. In the forest around us, the wolves were howling. It was a terrible sound. Suddenly the coach stopped. A small carriage came down the narrow road on the right. Four black horses were pulling it, and the driver was dressed in black, with a black hat pulled down over his face.  Where\'s the Englishman?\' he called.  I\'ve come from Castle Dracula!\' He looked strange, standing there in the moonlight, and suddenly I was afraid. But it was too late. I could not go back now. Soon we were on our way to Castle Dracula. The mountains were all around us and the moon was behind black clouds. I could see nothing , but I could still hear the wolves. The horses went faster and faster, and the driver laughed wildly. Suddenly the carriage stopped. I opened the door and got out. At once the carriage drove away and I was alone in front of the dark, silent castle. I stood there, looking up at it, and slowly, the big wooden door opened. A tall man stood in front of me. His hair was white and he was dressed in black from head to foot.  Come in, Mr Harker,\' he said.  I am Count Dracula.\' He held out his hand and I took it. It was as cold as ice! I went into the castle and the Count carefully locked the door behind me. He put the key into his pocket and turned to go upstairs. I followed him, and we came to a room where a wood fire burned brightly. In front of it there was a little table with food and drink on it. The Count asked me to sit down and eat, but he did not eat with me. Later, we sat and talked by the Fire. His English was very good, and while we talked, I had time to look at him carefully. His face was very white, his ears were like the ears of a cat, and his teeth were strong like the teeth of an animal. There was hair on his hands and his Fingers were very long. When he touched me, I was afraid. It was nearly morning when I went to bed, and outside, the wolves were still howling. The next morning I found my breakfast on the little table in front of the Fire. Now that it was light, I could see that Castle Dracula was old and dirty. I saw no servants all that day. The Count did not come to breakfast, but there was a letter from him on the table.  Go anywhere in the castle,\' it said,  but some of the rooms are locked. Do not try to go into these rooms.\' When the Count came back in the evening, he wanted to know all about his new house in England.  Well,\' I began,  it\'s a very big house, old and dark, with a high wall all round it. There are trees everywhere. That\'s why the house is dark. It has a little church too.\' And I showed him some pictures of it. He was pleased about the church.  Ah,\' he said,  so I shall be near the dead.\' We talked for a long time and once I fell asleep. I woke up suddenly and found the Count\'s face near me. The smell which came from him was terrible. It was the smell of death.  You\'re tired,\' the Count said.  Go to bed now.\' And when he smiled, his face was the face of a wolf.  Our business was now Finished. The Count had all the papers for his new house, and there was nothing to keep me in Transylvania or in Castle Dracula, but the Count did not want me to leave. I was alone with him in the castle, but I never saw him in the daytime. I only saw him at night when he came and sat with me. We always talked until the morning and he asked me many questions about England.  I have plans to go there myself soon,\' he said.  Tell me about sending things to England by ship.\' So we talked about ships and the sea, and I thought about Mina, and her friend Lucy. Lucy and her mother were staying by the sea, and Mina was planning to visit them there some time. Stupidly, I told the Count about them. There was no mirror in my bedroom, but I had one with me, a present from Mina. One morning I was standing in front of it and I was shaving. Suddenly a hand touched me and a voice said,  Good morning.\' The Count was standing next to me. He was standing next to me, but I could not see him in the mirror! My hand shook and I cut myself. Blood began to run down my face and I saw that Count Dracula was watching it hungrily. Suddenly he put out his hand. He had a wild look in his eyes, and I was afraid. But his hand touched the gold cross at my neck and his face changed. He took the mirror from me, went to the window, and a minute later the mirror was lying in a thousand pieces far below. He did not speak, but left the room quickly. And I stood there, and asked myself why I could not see this man in the mirror. I went over to the window and looked out. I was high above the ground. Many of the doors in the castle were locked. Suddenly, I understood. I was a prisoner!  2 I am in danger  One evening the Count said,  You must write to your   London office and tell Mr Hawkin that you\'ll be here for another month.\' When I heard this, I went cold. Another month! But what could I do? I worked for Mr Hawkin, and the Count\'s business was important to him, so if the Count needed me, then I had to stay. I wrote my letter, but I knew that the Count planned to read it. I could not tell Mr Hawkin that I was a prisoner in Castle Dracula! That evening the Count did not stay and talk with me, but before he left the room, he turned to me and said,  My young friend, sleep only in this room or your bedroom. You must never fall asleep in any other room in the castle. You will be in danger if you do.\' When he left, I went to my room, but I could not rest and began to walk round the castle. Many of the doors were locked, but I found one which was open. I pushed back the door and saw that there was a window in the room. It was a beautiful night and the mountains looked wonderful in the soft yellow light of the moon. Suddenly, something moved below me. It was the Count. Slowly, he came out of the window , First those hands, like the hands of an animal, and then his head. He began to move down the wall, head First. With his black cloak around him, he looked like a horrible black bird , and my blood ran cold. What was Count Dracula? I shivered, and sat down for a minute. The room was warm and friendly. I think that many years ago it was a room for the ladies of the castle, and I decided not to go back to my cold, dark room, but to sleep in this room. So I lay down and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt that I was not alone. In the moonlight from the window I saw three beautiful young women. They were watching me, and talking quietly.  He is young and strong,\' one of them said.  Yes. There are kisses for all of us,\' another answered. I was excited and afraid. I knew that I wanted those soft red mouths to touch me. One of the women came nearer. Her strong white teeth touched my neck. I closed my eyes and waited.  Kiss me! Kiss me!\' I thought. Suddenly there was a cry of anger. It was the Count! He pulled the woman away from me, and her bright blue eyes turned red with a wild anger. I looked at the Count and his eyes were burning with all the Fires of hell.  Get off him!\' he cried.  He\'s not for you! Stay away from him.\' A second later, the women were no longer there. They did not leave by the door, but they were no longer there! I remember no more of that night. When I woke, I was in bed in my room. My gold cross lay on the table next to me, bright in the morning sun. I knew then that those women were vampires, and that they wanted my blood.  Two nights later, the Count came to me.  Write to Mina,\' he said.  Tell her that your work in Transylvania is Finished and that you are coming home.\' How pleased I was when I heard this! But then the Count said,  Say that you are at Bistritz, and put June 29th on the letter.\' I shivered when he said this. I knew then that the Count planned to kill me on that day. What could I do? There was nothing. I could only wait and try to escape. But the Count took away all my other clothes and my travel papers, and he locked the door of my room. A week or two later, I heard noises in the castle, the sound of men working.  Perhaps one of them will take a letter out of the castle for me,\' I thought. But it was too late! It was already June 29th, and that evening from my window I saw the Count leave the castle, with my letter to Mina in his hand. He was going to post it! I knew that I must do something before it was too late. Vampires can only come out at night, so I knew that there was no danger during the day. The next morning I decided to visit the Count\'s room to see what I could Find. To do this I had to get into it by the window. This was possible because his room was just below my bedroom, and there were little holes in the wall between the stones. I could put my feet in these, and I could use the heavy curtains from my window to hold onto. It was dangerous, but I had to try. Slowly I moved down the wall. Once or twice I almost fell, but at last I found myself in the Count\'s bedroom. The room was empty. The Count was not there. I looked for the castle keys, but I could not Find them. Over in one corner of the room there was some gold, and on the other side of the room there was a big wooden door. It was open and I saw that there were some stairs going down. I went down them, and I came to another door. This was open too, and I found myself in a room with a stone floor. Slowly, I looked around me. There were about Fifty wooden boxes in the room. They were coffins, and they were full of earth. In one of them lay the Count! I could not say if he was dead or asleep. His eyes were open and looked cold and stony, but his face did not look like the face of a dead man. His lips were still very red, but he did not move. Slowly I went nearer. I thought perhaps that he had the castle keys on him. But when I looked at those cold, stony eyes, my blood ran cold. Afraid, I turned and ran back to the window. I did not stop to think until I was back in my room. That night the Count came to me again.  Tomorrow you will return to England,\' he said , and I knew that tomorrow was the day of my death. I lay down on my bed, but I did not sleep very well. During the night I heard women\'s voices outside my door, and then the Count, saying,  Wait. Your time has not yet come. Tomorrow night , you can have him then.\' The women laughed, a low, sweet sound, and I shook with fear. Morning came at last, and I was still alive.  I must escape,\' I thought. But First I had to get the keys. Once again, I went down the wall and into the Count\'s room. I ran down the stairs, to the room with the coffins. The Count was there, in his coffin, but he looked younger and his hair was no longer white. There was blood on his mouth, which ran down across his neck. My hands were shaking, but I had to touch him, to look for the keys. I felt all over his body, but they weren\'t there. Suddenly I wanted to kill Count Dracula. I took a workman\'s hammer, and began to bring it down hard on to that horrible, smiling face. But just then the head turned and the Count\'s burning eyes looked at me. His bloody mouth smiled more horribly than ever. I dropped the hammer and stood there, shaking. What could I do now? Just then I heard the sound of voices. The workmen were coming back. I hurried back up the stairs to the Count\'s room. Below, I heard the noise of a key. The workmen were opening a door. So there was another door to the outside down there! I listened carefully, and heard the sound of hammers. They were getting the coffins ready for a journey , perhaps to England! I remembered the Count\'s words about his plans to visit my country. I turned to run back downstairs, to Find this open door. But I was too late. A cold wind ran through the castle and, with a crash, the door at the top of the stairs closed and locked itself. I could not get back down the stairs. Soon I saw from the window the heavy carts full of coffins, and the workmen drove away. I was alone in the castle with those terrible vampire women. While I was writing these words in my diary, I decided what to do. I must try to escape. I shall try to get down the wall outside. The window is high above the ground, but I have to try. I shall take some of the gold with me , if I escape, perhaps it will be helpful later. If I die, it will be better than the death that waits for me here. Goodbye, Mina! Will I ever see you again? MINA\'S STORY  3 Lucy in danger  While Jonathan was away, I was very unhappy. He did   not write to me often, and when he did, his letters were strange and very short. I knew that something was wrong. But what? Was Jonathan in danger? I thought about him all the time. Why didn\'t he come back to England and to me? I felt better when, at last, I did get a letter from him. Jonathan said that he was coming home and was at Bistritz. But again it was a short, strange letter.  Perhaps he\'s ill,\' I thought. My friend, Lucy, also wrote to me.  I know that you will be happy for me,\' she wrote.  Arthur has asked me to marry him! Isn\'t it wonderful? I love him very much. He\'s away just now, and you know that Mother and I are staying at Whitby, by the sea. Please come and stay with us, and I can tell you all about it.\' Arthur Holmwood loved Lucy very much. I was really pleased to hear her news and I decided to go immediately. And it would help me not to think about Jonathan all the time. Lucy met me at the station, and it was wonderful to see her again. She was full of life and talked happily of her plans.  Oh, Mina,\' she said to me.  I am really happy. I love Arthur very much.\' But sometimes it was hard for me, because when Lucy talked of Arthur, I thought of Jonathan again. The weather was good and Lucy and I walked a lot, sometimes by the sea, but we often went up to the old church on the hill. At night, Lucy and I slept in one room, but sometimes she walked in her sleep. She began to sleep badly, and her mother and I decided to lock the bedroom door at night. Then one day the weather changed. The sky was black and heavy, and that night there was a terrible storm. Lucy was very excited by it, and she sat by the window all night and watched the sea. The next morning there was a ship on the beach.  It\'s a Russian ship, from Varna on the Black Sea,\' Lucy\'s servant told us.  There are coffins on it, and they\'re full of earth. And a big black dog jumped off the ship and ran up the hill!\'  And is everyone on the ship alive?\' Lucy asked.  That\'s the strange thing about it,\' the servant replied.  There was no one on the ship, either dead or alive.\' Everybody in the town was very excited by this strange ship, but there were no answers to the mystery. And nobody saw the big black dog again. That night I woke up and found that the bedroom door was open and Lucy was not there. I looked for her everywhere in the house, but I could not Find her.  I\'m afraid for her, I don\'t know why,\' I said to her mother. I knew that Lucy sometimes liked to go and sit quietly in the churchyard, so I hurried out into the night to look for her. And I found her. She was sitting in the churchyard, white in the moonlight, and I thought I saw something dark behind her , something dark and horrible. Slowly, its head moved nearer to Lucy. Afraid, I called out,  Lucy! Lucy!\' A white face and burning red eyes looked up at me , and then, nothing! Lucy was alone, asleep in the moonlight. I woke her, and she gave a little cry. She put her hands to her neck, and I saw that there were two little drops of blood there. After that night Lucy was worse. She left her bed every night and her lovely face was white. I was afraid for her and locked the door at night. And I still did not hear from Jonathan. I was unhappy and did not sleep well myself, so one night I went for a walk alone.  Lucy will be all right,\' I thought.  The door is locked. She can\'t get out, and no one can get in.\' But when I came back, I found Lucy by the open window.  Lucy!\' I cried. But she did not reply. She was asleep, and near her, just outside the open window, there was something black, like a big bird. A day or two later, I had a letter. Jonathan was ill and in hospital in Budapest.  Of course, I must go to him immediately,\' I said to Lucy. I did not want to leave her, but Jonathan was everything to me.  He needs me,\' I said. And when at last I arrived in Budapest and held Jonathan in my arms, I felt happy. Jonathan was very ill but he was getting better every day. He did not want to talk about his time in Castle Dracula, but he gave me his diary to read. And so I learnt about Count Dracula and Jonathan\'s terrible adventure in the castle. But he escaped! And when he fell ill in the mountains, some workmen found him and took him to the hospital. Poor Jonathan! His face was white and thin, and he was still very afraid, but now we were together again and everything was all right. Jonathan and I were married on September 1st, and then we began our journey home. We arrived back in England on September 18th, and it was wonderful to be home again. Everyone looked happy on that warm autumn evening, when we drove through the streets of London. Jonathan smiled and said softly,  Oh Mina, I love you.\'  I love you, too, Jonathan,\' I replied. I was truly happy. And then, suddenly, Jonathan\'s face went white, and he cried out. He was looking at a carriage, outside a shop. In it there was a pretty girl with dark hair. She was waiting for someone. And near the carriage, watching the pretty girl, there was a man , a tall, thin man, with long white teeth and a very red mouth.  It\'s the Count!\' Jonathan cried.  Here in London!\' Jonathan put his head in his hands and said nothing for the rest of the journey. I was very afraid for him. Was it really true , that this horrible Count Dracula was here in London? When we arrived home, there was a letter from Arthur Holmwood. Lucy was dead! My dearest Lucy, dead! It could not be true! Later we read the letter again.  Soon after you left,\' Arthur wrote,  Lucy began to get worse. I did not know what to do. I knew only that I must do something quickly, so I asked our old friend, Jack Seward, to come and see her.  He\'s a doctor,\' I thought.  Perhaps he can do something to help Lucy.\' He came at once, but in the end nobody could help poor Lucy, and she died yesterday.\'  JACK SEWARD\'S STORY  4 Lucy\'s death  When I heard from Arthur the terrible news of Lucy\'s   strange illness, I went to her immediately. I could see that she was very ill. She lay in bed all day and did not move. She was as white as a ghost and she was very thin. When night came, she was afraid to sleep, and in the morning, on her neck there were two strange little wounds. I did not know what was wrong with Lucy. She was losing blood. But how? Was it through these two little wounds in her neck? I decided to send for my old teacher Professor Van Helsing from Holland. Perhaps he could help. He came immediately, and when he saw how ill Lucy was, he said,  We must give her blood at once.\'  She can have my blood!\' cried Arthur.  All of it , to the last drop!\' Van Helsing was right. With Arthur\'s blood in her, Lucy began to get better immediately. But before he left, Van Helsing did one more thing. He brought some flowers with a very strong smell, and he put a circle of them round Lucy\'s neck.  My dear,\' he said,  these are garlic flowers. Do not take them from your neck tonight, and do not open your window.\' Van Helsing had to return to Holland for a few days and before he left, he told us:  You must watch Lucy every night, and be sure that she wears the garlic flowers.\' Lucy\'s mother was ill herself , her heart was not strong , and Arthur had to go back home because his father was dying. So for a week I watched over Lucy myself at night, and sometimes, when I sat by her bed, I heard strange noises at the window. Perhaps it was a tree, or the wind, I thought. I was working at my hospital during the day, and after a week I was very tired, so one night I did not go to Lucy\'s house. I needed to sleep, and I knew that Lucy\'s mother and the servants were there. Also, Van Helsing sent new garlic flowers every day, for Lucy to wear at night. The next morning at the hospital I had a note from Van Helsing.  Watch Lucy carefully tonight,\' he wrote.  I shall be with you tomorrow.\' But that was now today! The note was too late! I did not wait for breakfast, but hurried to the house immediately. I knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Just then Van Helsing arrived.  What happened?\' he cried.  Did you not get my note? Quick! Perhaps we are already too late!\' We knocked again, but there was still no answer. We went round to the back of the house and Van Helsing broke the kitchen window and we went in. It was dark in the kitchen, but we could see the bodies of the four servants on the floor. They were not dead, but asleep.  Someone put something in their drinks,\' said Van Helsing.  Come! We must Find Lucy. If we are not too late!\' We ran up to Lucy\'s room, and stopped outside it. With white faces and shaking hands, we opened the door softly and went into the room. How can I describe what we saw? The bodies of two women , Lucy and her mother , lay on the bed. The faces of both women were white, and on the mother\'s face there was a look of terrible fear. In her hand she held the flowers from Lucy\'s neck, and on the floor there was glass from the broken window. Van Helsing looked down at the two women.  The poor mother is dead,\' he said.  But for Lucy it is not too late! Go and wake the servants!\' I ran downstairs to wake them.  Put her in a hot bath,\' Van Helsing said. After a time, Lucy began to show some life, and they took her and put her in a warm bed. From time to time she slept, but she did not Fight to stay alive. She could not eat anything, and she was very weak. We sent for Arthur, and when he came, he was very unhappy. His father was now dead, and he could see that Lucy was very, very ill. One of us sat with Lucy all the time, and that night Arthur and Van Helsing slept in the sitting-room, while I watched over Lucy. When Van Helsing came back up to me at six o\'clock, Arthur was still asleep downstairs. Van Helsing went over to Lucy and looked at her.  The wounds on her neck have gone,\' he said.  She will soon be dead. Bring Arthur.\' When Arthur and I came back, Lucy opened her lovely eyes.  Oh, Arthur,\' she said softly.  Kiss me, my love.\' He moved his head nearer to her, but Van Helsing pulled him back.  No!\' he cried. For a minute, Lucy\'s face was hard and angry. She opened her mouth, and her teeth looked very long and sharp. Then her eyes closed and she slept. Soon she woke again, took Van Helsing\'s hand and said softly,  My true friend.\' And then, quietly, Lucy died. She\'s gone,\' said Van Helsing, and Arthur put his head in his hands and cried. Later, I went back into Lucy\'s room, and Van Helsing and I looked down together at her beautiful face.  Poor girl,\' I said.  It is the end.\'  No,\' he replied.  This is only the beginning.\'  Some days later there were strange stories in the newspapers, stories about young children who went out at night and did not go home until the next morning. And when they did go home, they talked about a  beautiful lady\'. All these children had drops of blood and two little wounds on their necks. Van Helsing read these stories, and he brought the paper round to me.  What do you think of that?\' he asked.  I don\'t know,\' I said.  These two little wounds sound like poor Lucy\'s wounds, but how can that be?\' Then Van Helsing explained. At First I could not believe it, and we talked for a long time. At last I said,  Are you saying that poor Lucy was killed by a vampire, and that now the vampire is taking blood from these children too?\'  No,\' Van Helsing replied.  You haven\'t understood. The vampire which is taking blood from these children is . . . Lucy herself.\' I was very angry.  That\'s not true!\' I cried.  Then come with me,\' he said.  And I will show you.\' So that night he took me to Lucy\'s tomb. He had the key and we went inside. I was very afraid. In the dark, with the dead flowers lying on Lucy\'s coffin, the tomb was a terrible place. Slowly, Van Helsing began to open the coffin. Then he turned to me, and said,  Look.\' I came nearer and looked. The coffin was empty. For me, it was a terrible surprise, but Van Helsing only shook his head.  Now we must wait outside,\' he said. We waited all night. I was cold and afraid, and angry with myself and with Van Helsing. Then, suddenly, something white moved in the trees near the tomb. We went nearer, and we found a little child on the ground, by the tomb. Van Helsing held it out to me, and I looked at its neck.  There are no wounds on the child\'s neck,\' I said.  No,\' Van Helsing replied.  We are just in time.\' The next day, Van Helsing and I went back into the tomb again and opened the lid of the coffin. This time Lucy\'s body lay there. She died more than a week ago , but she did not look dead. Her mouth was red and her face was more beautiful than ever. Then Van Helsing pulled back her mouth and showed me her long, sharp teeth.  Now do you believe me?\' he said.  Lucy is now one of the Un-Dead, and with these teeth she will soon kill one of these poor little children. We must stop her before she does.\' He stopped for a minute and thought.  But we must send for Arthur. He, too, must see , and believe this.\' Arthur was very unhappy, and also angry. He could not believe that Lucy was now one of the Un-Dead, but in the end he agreed to come with us to the tomb. It was just before midnight when we got to the churchyard. The night was dark, but now and then, a little moonlight came through the clouds. Van Helsing opened the door of the tomb and we all went in.  Now, Jack,\' he said to me,  you were with me yesterday afternoon. Was Miss Lucy\'s body in that coffin then?\'  It was,\' I replied. Slowly, Van Helsing opened the coffin. Arthur\'s face was white when he moved nearer. We all looked down. The coffin was empty! For a minute, no one spoke. Then Van Helsing said,  Now we must go outside and wait.\' It was good to be outside again, away from the dark, smelly tomb. We stood and waited in silence. Then, through the trees, we saw something white. It was moving nearer to us. Its face was white, its mouth was red, and drops of blood fell from it. Suddenly it saw us and stopped. It gave us a look of terrible anger, and Arthur gave a little cry.  It\'s Lucy!\' She smiled.  Oh, Arthur, come to me. Leave those others, and come to me, my love,\' she said sweetly. Arthur took his hands from his face and opened his arms to her. She was moving nearer to him when Van Helsing ran between them, and held out his little gold cross. Lucy stopped and stood back from it. Then, with a look of terrible anger on her face, she went to the tomb and through the door. The door was closed, but she went through it!  Now, Arthur, my friend,\' Van Helsing said,  do you understand?\' Arthur put his face in his hands and cried,  I do! Oh, I do!\' The next day, Arthur, Van Helsing, and I went back to the tomb. Van Helsing had a bag with him, and when we were in the tomb, he again opened Lucy\'s coffin. The body lay there, horribly beautiful. Arthur was white and he was shaking.  Is this really Lucy?\' he asked.  It is, and it is not. But wait, and you will see the real Lucy again,\' Van Helsing replied. He took from his bag a long piece of wood and a hammer. Arthur and I stood silent and watched. Then Van Helsing said to Arthur,  You loved Lucy. You must bring her back to us. You must take this piece of wood in your left hand, and the hammer in your right hand. Then you must drive the wood through Lucy\'s heart. It isn\'t easy for you, but it will soon be done. Can you do this for her?\'  I can,\' Arthur replied strongly. His face was very pale, but he held the piece of wood over Lucy\'s heart, and brought the hammer down hard. The body turned from side to side and a horrible scream came from the open red mouth. Arthur did not stop. Harder and harder he hit the wood with the hammer, until, at last, the body stopped moving and lay quiet. The hammer fell from Arthur\'s hand, and he stood there, white and shaking. Van Helsing went over to him.  And now you may kiss her,\' he said.  See! The vampire is dead, and the real Lucy has come back.\' It was true. Lucy\'s face was pale and still, but it was now quiet and restful. Arthur kissed her softly on the mouth, and then Van Helsing closed the coffin again, this time, for ever.  Now, my friends,\' Van Helsing said,  we have only just begun. We must Find the vampire that killed Miss Lucy. It will be difficult and dangerous. Will you help me?\'  Yes,\' we said.  We will.\'  JONATHAN HARKER\'S DIARY  5 Mina in danger  Some days after Mina got the letter from Arthur, with the   news of Lucy\'s death, she had another letter. This was from Professor Van Helsing, a friend of Arthur\'s. In it he wrote,  I know, from your letters to Lucy, that you were her dearest friend. I would very much like to meet you, to talk about the time when you were with Lucy at Whitby.\' So the Professor came to see us at our house, and we learnt the full story of poor Lucy\'s terrible death. Then Mina gave Van Helsing my diary to read, and he learnt about my time at Castle Dracula. He was very excited.  Ah!\' he cried.  Now I begin to understand so many things! This Count Dracula , he was the vampire that killed poor Miss Lucy. Will you help us to Find him?\' Of course, Mina and I agreed to help. When I saw Count Dracula in London, I was very afraid, but now I felt stronger because I had work to do. We began at once. Mina went to stay with Jack Seward at his house, to tell him and Arthur all about the Count, and I went to Whitby. I wanted to Find out about the coffins that were in the ship on the night of the storm , the ship that brought Count Dracula to England. After many questions, I learnt that the coffins were now in the Count\'s house in London. I hurried back to London and to Jack Seward\'s house. When I told Van Helsing this news, he called us all together, and said,  Now the danger begins. I have learnt much about vampires from old books, and I know that they can come out only at night. During the day they are like dead bodies and must have a place to hide. I think that Count Dracula uses his coffins for his daytime hiding-places. If we can Find him in a coffin, we can kill him. But let\'s go to his house tonight. We\'ll put holy bread in the coffins, and then the Count cannot get back into them. He\'ll then have no place to hide during the day, and he will be weaker, and easier to Fight when we Find him.\' So that night Van Helsing, Jack, Arthur, and I went out together to the Count\'s house. Mina, of course, did not come with us. I was afraid to leave her alone, but she said that there was more danger for us than for her. Jack had some old keys with him, and with one of these we got into the house. It was old and dirty, and the smell of blood was everywhere. We walked through the cold, empty rooms and at last we found the coffins. From his bag Van Helsing took some holy bread.  We must put a piece of this in each coffin,\' he said. We worked hard. It took a long time to break open each coffin and put holy bread inside. We were just opening the last coffin when Van Helsing gave a cry.  We are too late! The Count is coming!\' We looked up from our work and saw Count Dracula. He came through the dark room like a black cloud. His angry face was white and his eyes burned like red Fires. Van Helsing held out his gold cross, and the Count stopped. Afraid for our lives, we ran from the house.  Quick!\' cried Van Helsing.  We must get back! Now he has seen us, Mina may be in danger!\' My heart nearly stopped when I heard this.  Oh, Mina!\' I cried silently.  I cannot lose Mina!\' But when we got back to Jack\'s house, everything was quiet. I ran upstairs. The bedroom door was locked. I called out to my friends.  Help me! Oh, help me!\' Together we broke down the door , and then my blood ran cold. A tall dark man was standing in the moonlight, by the window. In his arms he held my wife, my Mina! Her white nightdress had blood on it, and her face lay against Count Dracula. Blood dropped from his mouth, and he was holding Mina to him while she drank his blood! I ran to her and tried to pull him away from her. Van Helsing ran at the Count and held up his gold cross. When he saw the cross, Count Dracula moved back and dropped Mina\'s body. She gave a terrible cry and fell across the bed. A cloud moved across the moon, and when the moon came from behind it, Count Dracula was not there.  Oh, Mina, my love!\' I cried. I took her in my arms.  What has happened? Tell us!\' I was wild with fear. Mina shivered.  Don\'t leave me!\' she cried.  Oh, please don\'t leave me!\' Her face was pale, and we could see two little wounds on her neck. She put her head in her hands and gave a long, terrible scream.  Stay with me!\' she cried. And I held her in my arms until the First light of day showed in the east.  6 Dracula must die  The next day Van Helsing, Jack Seward, Arthur, and I   made our plans. Mina was there too. She was very pale, but she wanted to help us. We knew that we had to kill Dracula before Mina died.  If we don\'t,\' Van Helsing said,  Mina will die and will be a vampire for ever. I have been back to the Count\'s house this morning, and the last coffin has gone. We must Find it. Count Dracula will be in it during the day. If we can Find him before dark, we can kill him.\'  But where is it now?\' I asked wildly. Of course, we did not know the answer. But then Mina spoke.  I feel that I am half a vampire already, and sometimes strange thoughts come into my head. I think that these thoughts are Count Dracula\'s. Just now, when you were speaking, I thought that I could hear the sound of a ship moving through water.\'  Of course!\' cried Van Helsing.  Dracula has decided to leave England! He knows now that we are his enemies and that it is dangerous for him here. So he is going back to Transylvania , by ship! We must Find out which ships left for the Black Sea last night.\' At the London shipping office we learnt that one ship sailed for Varna in the Black Sea the night before. We also learnt of a passenger who arrived at the last minute , a tall thin man in black. He had a pale face, burning eyes, and a very red mouth. And he had with him a long box!  So,\' said Van Helsing.  The ship will take about three weeks to sail to Varna, but we will take the train across Europe and get there much faster. We leave tomorrow!\' We left London on a cold October day and four days later we were in Varna. We made our plans, and waited for the ship to arrive. Every day Mina told us that she could still hear the sound of water. But three weeks went by, and the ship did not arrive. Then, at last, we had news , the ship was not coming to Varna, and was already at Galatz! We took the First train to Galatz, but we were too late. The box was no longer on the ship.  Someone came and took it this morning,\' one of the sailors told us. We hurried back to our hotel to tell my dear Mina the news, but we saw that she knew it already, and her face was white with fear.  He has gone,\' she said quietly,  and he is taking me with him. Oh my dear friends! Before I change into a vampire, you must kill me! Then you must do what you did to poor Lucy, to give me rest. Tell me that you will do this for me!\' I held her hands, but I could not speak. If that day ever comes, I don\'t know how I shall live through it. Later, while Mina slept, we tried to make new plans.  She is right,\' said Van Helsing unhappily.  Our poor Mina is in great danger. She is already beginning to change , her teeth are getting longer and sharper, and when the Count reads her thoughts, her eyes are hard and cold. We must Find him and kill him , before it is too late!\' I can remember little of the next few days. I was wild with fear and anger. We learnt that the Count\'s coffin was travelling by boat up the river, and Jack Seward, Arthur, and I began to follow in another boat. Van Helsing took my Mina with him in a carriage, and they began to drive across the mountains to Castle Dracula. When I said goodbye to her, my heart was breaking. Perhaps I shall never see her again. We followed the Count\'s boat for Five days, but we could not catch it. Then we learnt from some villagers that he was now travelling by road, so we bought horses and rode like the wind through the night. By late afternoon on the next day, we were getting near to Castle Dracula.  We must ride faster!\' I cried to the others. The sun was beginning to go down and then, suddenly, we saw on the road in front of us some men with a cart. And on the back of the cart was the coffin. I had only one thought in my head , to kill the vampire, to Finish him for ever. Arthur and Jack were right behind me when I got to the cart. I jumped from my horse onto the cart, and while Jack and Arthur fought the driver and the other men, I pushed the coffin to the ground. It fell and broke open. Count Dracula lay there, and the last light from the sun fell on his terrible face. His eyes burned red and they looked at me in hate. In a few seconds, when the sun went down, he would be free to move. I jumped down to the ground, held my knife high over his heart, and brought it down as hard as I could. It went straight through the vampire\'s heart. Count Dracula gave a horrible scream, and then lay quiet. In the same second the sun went down, and when we looked into the coffin again, it was empty . . . Above us on the hill was Castle Dracula, and soon we saw Van Helsing. He hurried down the hill to us, and my dear Mina was with him. I ran to her and took her in my arms. Her lovely face was bright and happy again.  It\'s all right, my love,\' she said softly.  We found the tombs of the three vampire women. They cannot hurt us now, and Dracula is dead at last! We can begin to live again.\'  ";

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var $demotext="Mutiny on the bounty Stage 1  From England to Tahiti  It was a cold day in December, 1787. There was a strong wind and a green sea. Three men and a boy stood on the deck of the little ship, HMS Bounty. Behind them, on the land, were some hills and small white houses. The ship moved slowly out to sea. The boy, Peter Heywood, was fourteen years old. He was a young officer, and he was happy and excited.  England looks very small, Mr Christian,\' he said. Fletcher Christian smiled at him. Christian was a tall young man with black hair and a long tired face.  England is small,\' he said.  But we\'re going to some much smaller islands. Tahiti. The Friendly Islands. They\'re small, but they\'re very warm and beautiful.\' A sailor, John Adams, laughed.  That\'s right, Mr Christian, sir,\' he said.  Good food, warm sun, blue skies , and hot, beautiful women, too! I want \'  Be quiet, man!\' someone shouted. Christian and Heywood looked behind them. They saw the captain, William Bligh. He was a small man with brown hair. Christian knew Bligh well; they were friends. But Bligh was a captain now, so things were different. The Bounty was his First ship, and it was very important to him.  Don\'t talk about women on my ship, Adams!\' he said angrily. Be quiet, and sail this ship! Do you hear?\'  Yes, sir,\' said Adams quietly.  Now, listen to me, Mr Christian. And you, too, Mr Heywood.\' Bligh stood very near them, but he didn\'t speak quietly. All the sailors could hear him.  I\'m the captain of this ship , remember that! We\'re going thirty thousand kilometres through bad weather and very bad seas, and I don\'t want any accidents. You are officers, so you don\'t talk to sailors about women or drink, or anything! You must work hard, and your sailors must work hard, too. Do you understand me, Mr Christian?\'  Yes, sir,\' said Christian. But he didn\'t look happy.  Good. And you, Mr Heywood?\'  Yes, sir.\' The boy looked at Bligh, afraid. Then Bligh smiled.  Is this your First time at sea, boy?\'  Yes, sir.\'  Well, you must work hard, and listen to me. One day, perhaps, you can be a captain too. Would you like that?\'  Yes, sir, of course.\' Peter Heywood smiled.  Right then. Mr Christian! Look at those men there , they aren\'t working! Run and talk to them, quickly!\' Bligh smiled again at Heywood.  In a happy ship, the men must work hard, but the officers must work harder. Do you understand, boy?\'  v The Bounty sailed south across the Atlantic. For ten days they were in a storm near Cape Horn, but they could not sail west because of the strong west wind. So they sailed east to South Africa, Tasmania, and Tahiti. There were thirty-three sailors on the Bounty, and eleven officers. Bligh was the captain, Christian was his second officer. The ship was often wet and cold, but no one was ill. Once Bligh gave the sailors some apples, but they would not eat them because they were old and bad. Bligh was very angry.  Damn you men!\' he shouted.  Apples are good for you! You eat them, I say!\' On 26 October 1788 the Bounty arrived at Tahiti. The islanders came to the ship in big canoes with food. The king of Tahiti, Otoo, was friendly. Bligh went to Otoo\'s house, and gave him things from the king of England.  Thank you, Captain,\' Otoo said.  You are welcome here. I must give the king of England something, too. But he\'s a rich man. What would he like? Do you know?\' Bligh smiled. It was an important question.  My king is very rich, Otoo,\' he said.  But we don\'t have any breadfruit trees in England. My king would like some, for his people in Jamaica. Can I take some on my ship?\' Otoo laughed.  Of course,\' he said.  That\'s easy! Take lots of them. My people can help you.\' The Bounty stayed at Tahiti for Five months, and by March there were a thousand breadfruit trees on the ship. Tahitian children played on the ship, and in the evenings the sailors danced and sang with the women. One morning, some sailors and Tahitian women took a ship\'s boat to a different island. Bligh was very angry. When the sailors came back, he put chains on their legs. Then he shouted at his officers and men.  You men must stay away from these women!\' he said.  You must all listen to me, and work hard for me and the king!\' Some officers kept pigs on the ship. Sometimes Bligh took the pigs from his officers.  I\'m giving this food to the sailors,\' he said.  They need it, not you!\' April 4th was the Bounty\'s last day in Tahiti. The ship was full of food and people , Otoo and his family, all the sailors and their Tahitian friends. But nobody sang or danced. Everyone was quiet and sad. Peter Heywood saw John Adams with a Tahitian woman. She cried, and he talked to her for the last time. Then she got into a canoe and went back to the island. Peter stood near him, sadly. The sun went down in the west.  Mr Christian?\' shouted Captain Bligh.  Are all the Tahitians off the ship?\'  Yes, sir,\' Christian answered.  Good. Then we sail for Jamaica, and then back to old England!\' He looked at Peter.  Don\'t stand there, boy! Get to work! Look at all our beautiful breadfruit trees! King George is going to be very happy about them!\' 2 Mutiny!  On the evening of 26th April Adams saw Bligh on deck. He looked angry, and stopped near Fletcher Christian.  Mr Christian!\' Bligh said.  Where are my coconuts? I had Fifty yesterday, and there are only twenty here now! Where are they? Do you know?\'  No, sir,\' Christian said.  I don\'t know. I never saw them. I didn\'t take them , you know that!\' Captain Bligh looked at his tall young officer and said nothing. Bligh and Christian were once friends, Adams remembered. But not now. Bligh was often angry; Christian was always worried, afraid. Bligh said:  Mr Christian, you took my coconuts! I know you did! You\'re my second officer, but all you officers take my things! God damn you all!\' At four o\'clock that morning, Adams saw Christian again. It was a quiet night, and the ship moved slowly through the water. Christian had a piece of wood with him, and a bag. His face was white in the moonlight. A young officer, George Stewart, talked to Christian.  What are you doing, Mr Christian?\' Stewart asked.  I\'m in hell,\' Christian said.  Bligh doesn\'t like me, or any of his officers! I must leave the ship!\'  Leave? What are you talking about? How?\'  I have some food in this bag, and wood, and I can swim,\' Christian said.  We\'re not far from the island of Tafua. Perhaps I can swim there.\'  Swim to Tafua? Of course you can\'t, man! Do you want to die?\'  It doesn\'t matter! I can\'t stay here with that man! I\'m in hell, I tell you! Every day he shouts at me, and it takes a year to sail to England! I must leave the ship!\'  I understand,\' Stewart said.  Many of us are afraid of Bligh , we don\'t like him. But you must stay , you\'re our best officer. Listen to me, now . . .\'  v Bligh was in bed when the door opened. Christian came in, with three sailors. It was still dark. Bligh opened his eyes. In the moonlight, he saw the gun in Christian\'s hand.  What?\' Bligh sat up.  Get out, damn you! This is my \'  Hold him!\' Christian said. The sailors put Bligh\'s arms behind his back, and Christian tied them with a rope.  Now, sir, come with us!\' They took Bligh out of his bed and up onto the deck. He wore a shirt, but no trousers or shoes. There were ten or twelve men there with guns and small swords. Christian held Bligh\'s hands with the rope, and Adams stood behind Bligh with a gun.  What are you doing?\' Bligh said angrily.  Let me go at once! You\'re \'  Be quiet,\' Adams said.  Listen to Mr Christian!\'  But I\'m the captain \'  Not now. This is our ship now,\' Christian said.  Adams, put the launch in the water.\' The launch was a small boat, seven metres long. Adams put it in the water next to the ship.  Right,\' Christian said.  Thank you, Adams. You stay with me.\' Christian looked at some other sailors. He didn\'t like them.  You men!\' he said.  Get into that boat! Quickly now!\'  No!\' Bligh shouted.  All of you, stay on this ship! Help me, now!\' He began to run, but Christian held the rope and Adams held a knife to his neck.  Do that again, Captain Bligh, and you\'re a dead man!\' he said quietly. At the front of the ship, Peter Heywood came up on deck.  What\'s happening?\' he asked. He was afraid.  Be quiet, Peter,\' Christian said.  You stay there. Get into the launch, you men!\' he shouted.  I told you!\' Slowly, eighteen sailors got into the launch. Then Christian took Bligh to the side of the ship.  Now you, Captain,\' he said.  Over the side.\' Two men carried Bligh over the side of the ship. Then the sailors threw some bread into the launch, with a barrel of water, a little meat, bottles of rum and wine, some rope and sails, and some of the Captain\'s books.  You see, we aren\'t going to kill you,\' Christian said.  You can live on that, for a week or two.\'  But why are you doing this, Christian?\' Bligh shouted angrily.  I\'m your captain , and your friend!\'  No you\'re not! Not now!\' Christian said.  Don\'t you understand? I\'m in hell, with you here on this ship!\'  You\'re going to be in hell all your life now, Christian, because of this!\' Bligh said. Bligh sat in the launch with eighteen men. Christian and the sailors watched him from the back of the ship, then they opened a bottle of rum, and laughed.  England is that way, Captain Bligh!\' One of the sailors said.  Thirty thousand kilometres to the north!\'  Forget England, my friend,\' Adams said.  I\'m thinking about Tahiti, and those beautiful women! We\'re going to be happy now, on Tahiti with Mr Christian!\' Christian looked at Adams for a minute, but he didn\'t smile. His face, in the early morning sun, was white and cold. Then he looked at the launch, far away across the sea, with nineteen men in it.  Tahiti, England, or the Bounty , it doesn\'t matter, John,\' he said.  I\'m going to live and die in hell.\' 3 In the launch  The launch was seven metres long, and there were nineteen men in it. Captain Bligh sat at the back of the launch, and looked at his men. The sides of the launch were only ten centimetres above the sea.  Mr Hall, look at our food, please,\' Bligh said.  Yes, sir.\'  Bligh looked away, over the sea. The Bounty was very far away now, but there was a small island, Tafua, about twenty kilometres to the west. After some minutes, Mr Hall, a young officer, said:  Sir, we have 150 kilos of bread, two kilos of meat, six bottles of rum, and 126 litres of water, sir.\'  Is that all?\' Bligh asked.  We have a small sail, and some coats, sir,\' Hall said.  That\'s all.\'  Thank you, Mr Hall,\' Bligh said.  It\'s not much, but we\'re going to Tafua, so perhaps we can Find some more food and water there.\' Bligh was afraid, but he didn\'t want them to see that. The men were quiet; they didn\'t look angry. Next day they landed at Tafua. They found breadfruit, bananas, and coconuts, but no water. A lot of islanders came down to the sea.  Where is your ship?\' they asked.  It sank,\' Bligh said.  All our friends are dead. We need food and water.\' The islanders laughed. It was not a friendly laugh. They talked quietly. More men came , soon there were nearly a hundred. They began to pick up stones.  Get back into the boat!\' Bligh said.  Quickly, now.\' But the islanders killed one man with stones. When the launch went out to sea, the islanders came after it in their canoes. They threw stones at the sailors.  Throw the coats into the sea,\' Bligh said.  Quick!\' The islanders stopped and picked the coats out of the sea. Then the canoes went back to Tafua.  We can\'t land on any islands, then,\' Bligh said.  Not without a big ship, and guns.\' He looked at his men. They were quiet, and afraid.  We must be very careful with our food,\' he said.  Every man can have a small piece of bread and coconut today, and a cup of water. That\'s all. When it\'s cold we can have some rum. But don\'t worry. Remember, I\'m your captain. Listen to me, and we can stay alive.\'  Yes, sir.\' Then the youngest, a boy called Robert Tinkler, said:  I want to go home.\' Bligh looked at him, and for a minute the boy was afraid, because Bligh was often angry. Then he saw a small, cold smile on Bligh\'s face.  To England, Robert?\'  Yes, sir.\'  Well, that\'s about thirty thousand kilometres away. So First, let\'s Find Timor. That\'s much nearer. There are Dutch ships there; they can take us home.\'  Yes, sir.\' The boy looked happier.  How far is it to Timor, sir?\' For a minute Bligh didn\'t answer. He looked away, over the cold, green sea. The wind was stronger now, and the sky was dark.  Oh, not far,\' he said slowly.  Only about seven thousand kilometres.\'  v Next morning the wind got stronger and stronger, and the launch went up and down over big green waves. Everyone was wet, and white water came into the launch. The sailors used the empty coconuts to throw the water back into the sea. At mid-day they ate Five small coconuts and drank some rum, and they ate some wet breadfruit in the evening. The wind and waves were strong all night, so no one could sleep. Next day, the bread was wet, but they didn\'t throw it away. In the afternoon it rained, and they caught the water in cups and coconuts. But it rained all night, so everyone was cold and wet. The launch was small, so they could not all sleep. Most men sat up all night. On 8th May it was sunny. The men took off their wet shirts and trousers. Bligh gave them some rum, coconut milk, and eighty grams of bread. Often he talked about New Guinea, Australia, and Timor. There were storms for the next two weeks. Sometimes they saw the sun for an hour, but every day it rained. Big green waves threw white water into the launch. They were always wet, tired, and hungry. Three times they saw islands, but they didn\'t go near them. They ate bad bread and old meat, but they had lots of rain water to drink. When they were very wet, Bligh gave his men some rum. No one could sleep for more than one or two hours. But every hour, Bligh held a long rope over the side. The rope had knots in it. The men watched carefully. The knots went behind the launch, and Bligh looked at his watch.  We\'re going quickly today,\' Bligh told them, and wrote in a little book.  We\'re going about one hundred and sixty kilometres every day,\' he told his men.  But we can\'t always sail west, because of the wind. So, I\'m sorry, but today we can only have forty grams of bread.\' Bad bread, too,\' said one man, Purcell.  Yes, but it keeps us alive,\' Bligh answered angrily. Then he laughed.  Look , up there!\' he said. There was a bird on the front of the launch. Its small yellow eye looked at them. Carefully, two sailors opened their hands, very slowly. The bird didn\'t move. One man put his hand on it. The bird moved away. But at the same time, his friend caught the bird\'s feet, and killed it. The sailors laughed and shouted. It was only a very small black and white bird, but it was food! Good food!  I caught it!\' the First sailor said.  No, you didn\'t!\' the other man said.  I did!\'  Be quiet!\' Bligh said.  Give it to me.\' He cut the bird with his knife, and caught its red blood in a cup. The men drank the blood. Then Bligh cut the bird into eighteen pieces and put them in front of him.  Right,\' he said.  Fryer, sit here, with your back to the bird. Now, I have one piece of the bird in my hand.\' He held up a piece of its leg.  Tell me, Fryer, who shall have this?\'  Ledward,\' Fryer said.  All right.\' Bligh gave the piece to Ledward, and picked up a second piece.  And who shall have this?\'  Hall.\'  All right.\' No one was angry, because Fryer couldn\'t see the pieces. Everyone watched. Bligh picked up the bird\'s head and feet.  Who shall have this?\' he asked.  Bligh,\' Fryer answered. Everyone laughed, and Bligh looked at the head and feet sadly.  Oh well,\' he said.  I know it\'s good for me.\' Slowly, he began to eat them. That evening, they caught a bigger bird, and ate that too. Next day they caught one more. Everyone was happy.  Why are all these birds here?\' the boy Robert asked. Bligh smiled.  Because we are near land,\' he said.  v On 28th May, at midnight, they saw white water in front of them.  The Barrier Reef,\' Bligh said.  A line of rocks underwater. We must be careful , ships often sink here! Take down the sail, and move slowly. We must Find a way through!\' They sailed slowly near the white angry water. Then, after four hours, they found a way through. Behind the Barrier Reef, the sea was blue and quiet. They sailed quietly to a small island. They could sleep on the island, and walk about. They began to look stronger. But they were two thousand kilometres from Timor, so they could not stay long. After six days they went to sea again , west, towards Timor. The sun was very hot, and two men were ill. Bligh gave them some rum, and the blood of birds.  But they can\'t live much longer in a little boat like this,\' he thought.  We\'re all tired and hungry , someone is going to die soon.\' But it was not far now. Every hour Bligh held the rope over the side, and wrote in his little book. He watched the sun and the sea and the sky. And then, on 11th June, Bligh said:  You cannot see it, but south of us, there\'s a big island called Timor.\' They laughed and smiled and sang. Next day, they saw the island , green trees and hills. Two days later, they came to a town called Caupang. There were some Dutch sailors by the sea. Bligh and his men walked up to them.  Who are you?\' a Dutch officer asked.  You look hungry, and ill. Where are you from?\'  I\'m Captain William Bligh, of the English ship HMS Bounty. These men are English sailors. We left Tafua forty-one days ago.\'  Tafua?\' the Dutch officer asked.  Where is that?\'  It is a small island, about seven thousand kilometres away. We came in that small launch.\'  My God! Forty-one days , in that!\' The Dutchman looked at the launch, and for a minute he said nothing. Then he asked:  Did many of you die?\' Bligh smiled.  Oh no. Only one, and the islanders on Tafua killed him. Seventeen men left Tafua with me, and seventeen men are here now. Alive.\' 4 The Pandora  On 14th March 1790, Bligh and his men arrived in England. When he told the story of the mutiny, English people were very angry. They sent Captain Edwards, in the Pandora, to Tahiti. On 23rd March 1791, the Pandora arrived in Tahiti. Captain Edwards and his men looked carefully at the island. They could see a lot of trees and small houses, but no English ship. Then, a small canoe came out to the Pandora. The three men in the canoe shouted and smiled.  I think they\'re Englishmen, sir,\' a sailor said.  All right,\' Captain Edwards said.  They can come on the ship. Perhaps they can tell us something.\' The three men were brown and strong, but they wore English sailors\' hats and trousers. One of them , a boy, about eighteen years old , smiled at Edwards.  Good morning, sir! My name is Peter Heywood , I\'m a young officer from the Bounty. This is Mr Stewart, and Joseph Coleman, a sailor.\'  Yes, I see,\' said Edwards.  Three of you? Where are your friends? Where is Mr Christian and the Bounty?\' Heywood looked worried.  Mr Christian? He sailed away in the Bounty, sir, a year ago, I think. But we didn\'t go with them. We waited , for you. We aren\'t afraid.\'  I see,\' Edwards said. He looked at them carefully.  All right, then. Tell me your story. What happened, after Christian put Captain Bligh in the launch?\'  Well, sir,\' Heywood said.  We threw the breadfruit trees into the sea, and sailed here, to Tahiti. Otoo, the king of Tahiti, was good to us, and a lot of men wanted to stay here. But Mr Christian was afraid.  We can\'t stay here,\' he said,  because a ship is going to come from England.\' So Otoo gave us a lot of pigs, and goats and food, and we sailed to a different island, Toobouai. Some islanders from Tahiti came with us , eight men, nine women, and seven boys. But the people of Tooboaui didn\'t like us, and some of us didn\'t like Mr Christian. So Mr Christian sailed the Bounty back to Tahiti, and left sixteen of us here.\'  And then?\' Captain Edwards was excited.  What did Mr Christian do?\' he asked.  He sailed away in the Bounty, sir.\'  I see. And how many men went with him?\'  Nine sailors, I think, sir. But they took seven Tahitian men and twelve women, too.\'  I see,\' Edwards said. He looked at them angrily.  Sixteen men stayed on Tahiti, and three of you are here. So where are the other thirteen? Are they waiting for me, too, on the island?\'  Er . . . well, yes, sir . . . I mean . . .\' Peter Heywood stopped. He was worried and afraid.  They were here, but they aren\'t here now,\' said George Stewart quickly. He put his hand on Peter Heywood\'s arm.  They sailed away too.\'  Oh, did they?\' Captain Edwards asked.  When?\' Heywood and Stewart both spoke at once.  Four days . . .\'  Two weeks . . .\'  . . . ago, sir,\' they said. Then they stopped. Edwards watched them.  I see,\' he said slowly.  First you are in a mutiny, and now you tell me things that are not true! Sailor!\'  Yes, sir.\' One of the Pandora\'s sailors answered.  Put these three men in chains. They are prisoners.\'  But sir!\' Peter Heywood said.  We didn\'t run away! We came to tell you our story. And Mr Stewart has a wife!\'  A wife?\' Captain Edwards laughed.  Is she at home in England?\'  No, sir. Here,\' Mr Stewart answered.  She\'s a Tahitian woman. Her name is Peggy , Mrs Peggy Stewart. And we have a daughter.\' Edwards laughed again.  A Tahitian woman! I\'m sorry for her! But don\'t worry. She can come on the ship and see you in your new prison. Look behind you. We have a wonderful prison for you and your friends. Look!\' The three sailors looked behind them. On the deck of the Pandora was a wooden box, about two metres high and four metres long. It had a small door, but no windows. The Pandora\'s sailors put the prisoners in the box, with chains on their arms and legs. Captain Edwards laughed.  There! Are you happy now? You can stay there, all the way to England!\'  But . . . my wife! My little daughter!\' Stewart said. The door closed in his face.  We didn\'t put Bligh in the launch , Christian did! We came to tell you everything!\' Edwards laughed, and Peter Heywood said nothing.  v Captain Edwards caught eleven more men, and put them in the Pandora\'s box, too. Their Tahitian wives and children came onto the Pandora and cried, but Captain Edwards didn\'t open the door. For three months, the Pandora sailed to different islands, and the prisoners stayed in the box. But Edwards couldn\'t Find Christian or the Bounty, and so he began to sail home. Near Australia, the Pandora hit the Barrier Reef. Water came into the ship, and the sailors couldn\'t stop it. After twelve hours, Captain Edwards said:  We must leave the ship! Get into the boats, men!\' The prisoners could hear the noise outside, and water came in through the door. Captain Edwards took three prisoners out, but then he closed the door.  What about us?\' Peter Heywood shouted.  Please, Captain, open the door! Why are you leaving us in here?\'  Be quiet, boy!\' said Captain Edwards.  We\'re working hard now , the ship is sinking!\'  But we\'re going to die , we can\'t move!\' George Stewart shouted.  Open the door!\' But Edwards closed the door, and no one helped them. Outside, the First sailors got into the boats, and rowed away. Inside the box, the prisoners hit the walls, and shouted. But they couldn\'t move, because of the chains. After an hour, a sailor opened the door and helped them out of their chains. But there was very little time. All of them got their legs free, but some couldn\'t get their arms free. Peter Heywood was nearly the last man to get out. In the sea, he held on to some wood. He saw George Stewart and four other prisoners. They couldn\'t swim, because of the chains on their arms.  Help me, Peter!\' Stewart called. But the sea took Stewart away. Peter Heywood never saw his friend again. Peter Heywood landed on a small island with some prisoners, Captain Edwards and the Pandora\'s sailors. They had four boats, but only one small barrel of water and some bread. Like Captain Bligh, they sailed to the Dutch island of Timor. Then a Dutch ship took them to England. They arrived on 19th June 1792. Peter Heywood looked across the water at the green hills and small houses.  Home,\' he said quietly to a Dutch sailor.  England is very beautiful, you know. I left here Five years ago!\'  Are you going to see your family?\' the Dutchman asked.  Not yet,\' Peter answered.  I must go to my trial First. And the punishment for mutiny, you know . . .\' He stopped. The wind moved his brown hair. The Dutchman put a hand on his arm.  I know, Peter,\' he said sadly.  The punishment for mutiny . . . is death.\' 5 Death, life, and Thursday  There were nine captains at the trial. Peter Heywood stood in front of them, and talked about the night of the mutiny.  It was four years ago,\' he said.  I was a young officer, Fifteen years old. When I came up on deck, Captain Bligh was Mr Christian\'s prisoner. How could I help him? I didn\'t have a sword or a gun. Mr Christian put Captain Bligh and eighteen men into the launch.\' One of the nine captains asked:  Did you try to help Captain Bligh, Mr Heywood?\'  No, sir. I couldn\'t. Christian and his men had swords and guns . . . I had nothing.\' A different captain asked:  Did Mr Christian do the right thing, then? What do you think?\'  No sir, of course not!\'  But you didn\'t get into the launch with Captain Bligh. Why not?\'  I couldn\'t, sir! It was full. There were nineteen men in it. It nearly sank without me.\'  Did you say anything to Captain Bligh?\'  Er . . . no, sir, I didn\'t. Some men did, but not me.\'  So, Mr Heywood, you were an officer on the Bounty, and you saw this mutiny, but you did nothing. You just stood, and watched. Is that right?\'  Er . . . yes, sir.\' Peter Heywood was afraid now.  I was . . . very young then, sir.\'  You were an officer. An officer must always help his captain. Wait there.\' The nine captains walked out of the room. Peter waited for a long time. His mother and sister were with him, but he felt afraid. Then the captains came back, and the oldest captain said:  Peter Heywood, because you did not help Captain Bligh, we say you helped the mutiny. And there is only one punishment for mutiny. Death. Do you understand?\' Peter\'s face was white and he felt ill. But he said quietly:  Yes, sir. I understand.\' Two days later he saw the oldest captain again. There was a small, cold smile on his face.  Mr Heywood, I have a letter from the king. The older sailors must die, but because you were a young boy on the Bounty, the king says you can live. You can go, Mr Heywood. You are a free man.\'  Oh, sir! Thank you. Thank you very much.\'  v Peter Heywood lived for many years. Twenty years later, he was a captain of a ship, like Captain Bligh. Captain Bligh went back to Tahiti, and took some more breadfruit trees to Jamaica. After that, he sailed many more ships. He was an important man. He died in 1817. But what happened to the Bounty, and Fletcher Christian? For years, no one knew. Then, twenty years after the mutiny, in 1809, an American ship, the Topaz, visited a small island called Pitcairn. When the captain of the Topaz came home, he had an interesting story. And Five years after that, in 1814, two British ships , the Briton and the Tagus , arrived. Pitcairn was a small island with nowhere good for ships to land. But a canoe came out through the white water to the British ships. The men from the canoe came onto the Briton and looked for the captain, Sir Thomas Staines.  Good afternoon,\' he said.  Who are you?\' A tall young man answered:  I\'m Thursday.\'  I\'m sorry, Captain Staines said.  What did you say?\'  My name is Thursday,\' answered the young man.  Thursday October Christian. I live on this island. You are welcome here. Would you like to come to my village, and eat with us? Mr Adams would like to see you.\'  Well, thank you very much,\' said Captain Staines.  And Captain Pipon, from the Tagus , can he come too?\'  Of course,\' said Thursday.  He is welcome.\' The two captains got into the canoe, and Thursday and his friends took it through big green and white waves to the island. Near the beach was a small village.  How many people live here?\' Captain Staines asked.  About forty,\' said Thursday.  Here is our king, John Adams.\' An old man with white hair came towards the two captains. He wore trousers and an English sailor\'s shirt.  Good afternoon,\' he said.  My name is John Adams, of HMS Bounty. Welcome to Pitcairn Island.\' Some old women gave the captains wonderful food, and John Adams told them his story.  When the Bounty left Tahiti, Christian was very worried.  A ship is going to come from England,\' he said.  They want to kill me. They must never Find us.\' So when we landed here, we took all the pigs and goats, and burned the Bounty. We stood by the sea and watched. Then we made our village. But Christian was always worried and afraid, and it was difficult to live here. The Tahitian men didn\'t like the English sailors. There were ten English men, seven Tahitian men, and twelve Tahitian women. When Christian took the wife of one of the Tahitian men, the Tahitian man killed him. Then the Tahitian men killed most of the English men , they nearly killed me! But the women stopped them , the women killed the Tahitian men! After that, there was one man alive on the island , me! But there were nine women, and some small children , this young man, Thursday, is Fletcher Christian\'s son.\'  Oh, I see!\' said Captain Staines.  So . . . you were alone here, with nine wives!\' John Adams smiled. He looked a tired but happy man. The old women near him smiled too.  Well, yes, sir,\' he said.  But I\'m a good husband to them, and a good father to all these children. And of course, now that these boys are men, they have wives too . . .\'  Do you all speak English?\' Captain Pipon asked.  Yes, sir. English and Tahitian too. We have our pigs and goats and coconut trees, and we think about God every day, sir.\'  You are very happy,\' Captain Staines said.  We are, sir,\' John Adams said.  All of us. But . . . He stood up slowly.  I know why you are here. You are going to take me to England with you. I must die there.\' Captain Staines looked at him. The Pitcairn islanders looked very sad, and some of the women began to cry.  What do you mean, man?\' Captain Staines asked.  Well, Captain, I was in the mutiny against Captain Bligh. It was a long time ago, but I did it. I must take my punishment.\'  But . . . my God!\' Captain Staines looked at Captain Pipon.  Of course the man is right,\' he said.  But . . . we can\'t do this. You\'re an old man, Mr Adams, and you are happy here. Your wives and children need you. It was twenty years ago, man! People in England don\'t talk about the Bounty today. And Fletcher Christian is dead!\'  He is dead, but I\'m not,\' John Adams said.  I helped him, and I\'m here, now, in front of you.\'  And this is your home,\' Captain Staines said.  You are an old man. You must die here , not in England. Sit down, Mr Adams. Let\'s Finish this wonderful food.\'  All right, captain,\' John Adams said.  And . . . thank you.\' He sat down, and the Pitcairn islanders smiled.  Tell me about Bligh,\' Captain Staines said.  He\'s an important man now, you know. But most people like him. Why were you all angry with him?\' Adams thought for a minute. He looked up at the trees over his village, and at the smiling faces of his wives and children.  Bligh,\' he said.  Well, he was a good sailor, of course. We were angry with him, but I can\'t remember why. It\'s a very long time ago . . .\'";

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var $demotext="The Jungle Book   1 Mowgli\'s brothers  One very warm evening in the Seeonee hills in Southern India, Father Wolf woke up from his day\'s rest. Next to him lay Mother Wolf, with their four cubs beside her.  It\'s time to look for food,\' said Father Wolf, and he stood up to leave the cave.  Good luck,\' said a voice. It was the jackal, Tabaqui, who eats everything and anything, even pieces of old clothes from the villages. The wolves of India do not like him, because he runs around making trouble and telling bad stories about them.  Shere Khan, the tiger, is coming to look for food here,\' said Tabaqui.  He can\'t,\' cried Father Wolf.  By the Law of the Jungle he must tell us first, before he comes here to hunt.\'  Shere Khan has a bad leg, so he can kill only cows. In the village near him the people are angry. That is why he is coming here to start hunting in a new place. Listen, you can hear him now,\' said Tabaqui.  He is a stupid animal,\' said Father Wolf, and he listened to the angry noise of a tiger who has not eaten.  No one will ?nd anything to eat in the jungle now.\'  But Shere Khan is hunting man, not animal, tonight,\' said Tabaqui. The Law of the Jungle says that animals must not hunt man, because man-killing brings men with guns. Then everybody in the jungle is in danger. Father and Mother Wolf listened to Shere Khan in the jungle not far away. Then, suddenly, they heard a noise much nearer to them.  It\'s a man. A man\'s cub. Look!\' said Father Wolf. And there in front of them stood a baby who could just walk. He looked up at Father Wolf and laughed.  Is that a man\'s cub?\' asked Mother Wolf.  I have never seen one. Bring it here.\' The baby, small and with no clothes, pushed its way between the cubs to get near to Mother Wolf.  Look,\' she said,  he is taking his meal with the others.\'  I have heard that this has happened before,\' said Father Wolf,  but I have never seen it until now. Look at him. He is not afraid.\' Suddenly, it was dark, and Shere Khan was pushing his great head in through the mouth of the cave.  We are pleased that you visit us, Shere Khan,\' said Father Wolf, but his eyes were angry. What do you need?\'  I am hunting a man\'s cub,\' said Shere Khan.  Its father and mother have run away. Give it to me.\' Father Wolf knew that Shere Khan could not get inside the cave because he was too big.  The man\'s cub belongs to us,\' he said.  The Pack the other wolves and I will decide. If we want to kill him, we will kill him, not you.\'  The man\'s cub belongs to me! It is I, Shere Khan, who speaks!\' And Shere Khan\'s roar filled the cave with noise.  No!\' came the angry voice of Mother Wolf.  The man\'s cub belongs to me! We will not kill him. He will live, to run with the other wolves, to be my son. Now go away, fish-killer, eater of cubs! Go!\' Shere Khan went. He knew that he could not fight Mother Wolf in the cave.  But I will have this man-cub one day, you thieves!\' he shouted from the jungle.  Do you really want to keep him, Mother?\' said Father Wolf.  Keep him?\' said Mother Wolf.  Yes. He came here by night, alone and hungry, but he was not afraid. Yes, I will keep him. And I will call him Mowgli, the frog.\'  But what will the other wolves of the Pack say?\' By the Law of the Jungle all wolf-cubs must come to the Pack when they can walk. The wolves look at the cubs carefully. Then the cubs are free to run anywhere because all the adult wolves know them and will not attack them.  When the four wolf-cubs could run a little, Father Wolf took them and Mowgli and Mother Wolf to the Meeting Rock. Here, the hundred wolves of the Wolf-Pack met every month when the moon was full. The leader of the Pack was Akela, a great grey wolf. Each new wolf-cub came to stand in front of him and Akela said,  Look well, O Wolves. Look well!\' At the end, Father Wolf pushed Mowgli into the circle of wolves. Then from the trees outside the circle they heard the voice of Shere Khan.  The man-cub belongs to me. Give him to me!\' Akela did not move but said only,  Look well! Who speaks for this man-cub? Two voices, who are not his father and mother, must speak for him.\' There is only one other animal who can come to these wolf-meetings Baloo, the sleepy brown bear. His job is to teach the Law of the Jungle to the wolf-cubs.  I speak for the man-cub,\' came Baloo\'s deep voice.  Let him run with the Pack. I myself will teach him.\'   We need another voice to speak for him,\' said Akela. Silently, another animal jumped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the panther, black as the night, clever, strong, and dangerous.  O Akela, will you let me speak?\' said Bagheera softly.  The Law of the Jungle says it is possible to buy the life of a cub. It is bad to kill a man-cub. He cannot hurt you. Let him live with you, and I will give you a fat cow, newly killed, which lies in the jungle not far away.\' The voices of the wolves replied,  Let him live.\' They were always hungry and they wanted to get the dead cow. Soon they went away, and there were only Akela, Bagheera, Baloo, and Mowgli\'s wolf family left. They could hear the angry roars of Shere Khan in the night.  It is good,\' said Akela.  Men are clever. Perhaps this man-cub will help us when he is older. Take him away,\' he said to Father Wolf,  and teach him well. \' And so, because of Baloo\'s good word and the present of a cow, Mowgli now belonged to the Seeonee Wolf-Pack.  The story of Mowgli\'s life among the wolves fills many books, but we must jump ten or eleven years now. Father Wolf, Baloo, and Bagheera taught Mowgli well, and he learnt everything about the jungle. He knew the meaning of every sound in the trees, of every song of the birds, of every splash in the water. He learnt to climb trees like a monkey, to swim in the rivers like a fish, and to hunt for his food as cleverly as any animal in the jungle. 2 The Monkey-People  Baloo, the old brown bear, loved teaching Mowgli. He taught him how to speak to the different Jungle-People, and he taught him the important Master-Words. But Mowgli sometimes got bored with all the lessons. One day, when he was not listening, Baloo hit him, very softly, on the head, and Mowgli ran away angrily. Bagheera, the black panther, was not happy about this.  Remember how small he is,\' he said to Baloo.  How can his little head hold all your long words?\'  These words will keep him safe from the birds, from the Snake-People, and all the animals that hunt,\' said Baloo.  It is true that he is only small. But no one will hurt him, if he remembers all the Master-Words. Come, Mowgli!\' he called into the trees.  Come and say the words again.\' Mowgli climbed down from a tree and came to sit next to them.  I will say the words to Bagheera, not you, fat old Baloo!\' he said crossly.  Very well,\' said Baloo sadly.  Say the words for the Hunting-People.\'  We are of one blood, you and I,\' said Mowgli.  Good. Now for the birds.\' Mowgli said the same words but with the sound of a bird.  Now for the Snake-People,\' said Baloo. Mowgli then made the long  ssss\' sound, which was like no other noise, only the noise of a snake.  Good,\' said Baloo gently.  One day you will thank me for my lessons. Now you will be safe in the jungle, because no snake, no bird, no animal will hurt you. You do not need to be afraid of anyone.\'  And I shall have my people and go with them high up in the trees,\' shouted Mowgli.  What did you say, Mowgli?\' asked Baloo, surprised.  Have you been with the Bandar-log, the Monkey-People?\' Mowgli could hear that Baloo was angry, and he saw too that Bagheera\'s green eyes were cold and hard.  When Baloo hurt my head,\' said Mowgli,  I went away, and the grey monkeys came down from the trees and talked to me. They were kind to me and gave me nice things to eat. Then they took me up into the trees. They said that I was their brother, and they wanted me to be their leader one day. Why have you never told me about the Monkey-People? Bad old Baloo! They play all day and don\'t do lessons, and I will play with them again.\'  Listen, man-cub,\' said Baloo angrily.  I have taught you the Law for all the Jungle-People, but not for the Monkey-People. They have no law. Their ways are not our ways. They are noisy and dirty, and they think that they are a great people, but then they forget everything. The rest of the Jungle-People do not talk to them, or even think about them. Remember what I tell you.\' Mowgli listened, and was sorry. But all this time the Bandar-log were above them in the trees, listening and watching. They followed Mowgli and his friends through the jungle until it was time for the midday rest. Mowgli lay between his friends and went to sleep, saying,  I will never talk to or play with the Monkey-People again.\' When he woke up, he was high in a tree and there were hands holding his legs and arms hard, strong, little hands. Down below Baloo was shouting angrily, and Bagheera was trying to climb up the tree, but he was too heavy for the thin branches. The monkeys, shouting and laughing, carried Mowgli between them and began their journey along the monkey roads, which are high in the trees. It was a wild, exciting journey. The monkeys jumped from tree-top to tree-top, crashing through the leaves and branches. At first Mowgli was afraid of falling, but then he began to think. He must tell Baloo and Bagheera where he was. High up in the blue sky he saw Chil the kite. The big bird saw that the monkeys were carrying a man-cub. He flew down to look, and was surprised to hear the bird-call of the kites:  We are of one blood, you and I!\'  Who are you?\' called Chil.  Mowgli, the man-cub!\' came the reply.  Watch where they take me, and tell Baloo and Bagheera.\'  I will,\' called Chil, and he flew high above the trees and watched with his far-seeing eyes. Monkeys can travel fast when they want to, and by now Baloo and Bagheera were a long way behind.  We cannot follow the Bandar-log through the trees,\' said Baloo,  and we will never catch them. But they are afraid of Kaa, the big python. He can climb as easily as the monkeys, and he eats them. Perhaps he will help us.\' And so Baloo and Bagheera went to look for Kaa the python. They found him, lying in the sun ten metres of brown-and-yellow snake, beautiful and dangerous.  What news?\' called Kaa when he saw them.  We are looking for food,\' said Baloo. He knew that you must not hurry Kaa. He is too big.  Let me come with you,\' said Kaa hungrily.  I have not eaten for days.\'  We are following the Bandar-log,\' said Baloo.  Those noisy, dirty thieves have stolen our man-cub. And we love our man-cub very much, Kaa!\'  The Bandar-log,\' said Bagheera cleverly,  are very much afraid of you, Kaa. But they say bad things about you, and call you 'old yellow fish', I hear.\'  Tss! Tss!\' said Kaa.  I will teach them not to call me bad names. Where did they take your man-cub? They will be tired of him quickly, and that is bad for him.\'  Up! Up! Look up, Baloo!\' Baloo looked up and saw Chil the kite, high in the sky.  What is it?\' called Baloo.  I have seen Mowgli the man-cub with the Bandar-log. He knew the Master-Word. They have taken him to the monkey-city, the Lost City.\' Baloo and Bagheera knew of the monkey-city. Men lived there once, but they left hundreds of years ago. Nobody went there now, only the Bandar-log.  We must leave at once,\' said Bagheera.  It is a long way.\'  I will come as fast as I can,\' said Baloo,  but you and Kaa can go faster. I will follow you.\'  The Lost City was very old. There were many beautiful buildings, but the walls were broken and full of holes, and there were tall trees in houses that were now open to the sky. The Monkey-People called the place their city, and ran around everywhere, in and out of the empty houses, up and down the fruit trees in the old gardens. Now Mowgli was in their city, and the Monkey-People were very pleased with themselves.  This boy can help us,\' they said.  He can teach us how to make things, because men are clever with their hands.\' But monkeys make many plans, and always forget them five minutes later. When Mowgli arrived in the city, he was tired and hungry.  Bring me food,\' he said, and twenty or thirty monkeys ran to bring him fruit. But they started fighting and forgot to take any fruit back to Mowgli. Mowgli knew that he was in a bad place.  Baloo was right,\' he thought.  The Bandar-log have no Law and their ways are not our ways. I must try to get away. Baloo will surely be angry with me, but that is better than life with the Bandar-log.\' But when Mowgli went to the walls of the city, the monkeys pulled him back.  You are very happy here with us. We are great. We are wonderful. We all say so, and so it is true,\' they shouted.  Don\'t they ever sleep?\' thought Mowgli. He looked up at the sky.  There\'s a cloud coming over the moon. Perhaps I can run away when it\'s dark. But I am tired.\' 3 Kaa\'s hunting  Bagheera and Kaa were also watching that cloud. They were now outside the city walls, but they knew they had to be careful. There were only two of them, and there were hundreds of monkeys.   They are over there by that house, talking about the boy,\' said Bagheera.  When the cloud hides the moon, I will attack them.\'  I will go to the higher ground at the west wall,\' Kaa said,  and come down the hill very fast. Good hunting!\' The black panther ran quickly to the crowds of monkeys and started hitting, right and left, as hard as he could. The monkeys screamed angrily, but then one of them shouted,  There is only one here! Kill him! Kill!\' And a crowd of monkeys jumped on Bagheera, biting and pulling. Another group pulled Mowgli up a wall and pushed him over. He fell down into a dark room which had no doors or windows, and he could not get out.  Stay there,\' shouted the monkeys,  until we have killed your friend. And then we will play with you, if the snakes leave you alive.\' Mowgli heard hissing sounds in the darkness around him.  We are of one blood, you and I,\' he said, quickly giving the Snakes\' Call.  Sssss,\' the snakes replied.  We will not bite you, but stand still, Little Brother, because your feet can hurt us.\' Mowgli stood very still and listened to the fight around Bagheera. For the first time ever, the big panther was fighting for his life. Then Mowgli remembered something. There was a big tank of water near one of the buildings.  Go to the tank, Bagheera! Get to the water!\'  Bagheera heard and he knew that Mowgli was safe. Suddenly he felt stronger and he pulled himself slowly to the tank, fighting against the crowds of monkeys. Then Baloo came running in from the jungle, shouting,  Bagheera, I am here!\' At once the monkeys jumped on him, and the bear started to hit them with his great strong arms. Mowgli heard a splash when Bagheera jumped into the tank. The monkeys were afraid of water and could not follow him there. But they stood all round the sides, ready to jump on him if he tried to get out and help Baloo. And where was Kaa all this time? It was a hard climb up to the west wall, and Kaa moved carefully over the stones. Now he came down the hill very quickly, hungry and wanting to kill. Kaa was ten metres long, heavy and strong. He went silently into the crowd of monkeys around Baloo, and he did not need to hit twice. When they are very young, monkeys are told about Kaa, the silent thief who can kill the strongest monkey. All monkeys are afraid of Kaa. Now they ran, with shouts of  It\'s Kaa! Run! Run!\' Then Kaa opened his mouth for the first time and spoke one long hissing word. The monkeys were suddenly silent and still, and nothing moved in the city. Bagheera pulled himself out of the tank.  Get the man-cub out and let us go,\' he said.  I can\'t fight any more. And the monkeys will attack us again.\'  They will not move until I tell them to move,\' said Kaa.  We must thank you, Kaa. We could not do it without you,\' said Baloo.  I am happy to help. Where is the man-cub?\' said Kaa.  Here! In this room, but I cannot get out.\'  Take him away,\' called the snakes around Mowgli.  He dances around too much and he will stand on us.\'  Stand back, man-cub,\' said Kaa.  I will break the wall.\' With two metres of his heavy body off the ground, Kaa hit the wall very hard, five or six times. A hole opened, and Mowgli jumped quickly through it. He ran and put his arms around Baloo and Bagheera.  Are you hurt?\' asked Baloo.  Not much,\' said Mowgli,  but the Bandar-log have hurt you badly, my friends.\'  It is nothing,\' said Baloo.  But you must thank Kaa. He has done much for you tonight.\' Mowgli turned and saw the head of the great python.  So this is the man-cub,\' said Kaa.  He is like the Bandar-log, but not the same. Be careful, man-cub, that I do not make a mistake when I am hunting monkeys.\'  We are of one blood, you and I,\' Mowgli answered.  You have given me my life tonight. When I kill, it will be for you if you are hungry.\'  Well spoken,\' said Baloo.  You are brave, young man,\' said Kaa,  and you speak well. Now go with your friends. The moon is going down. You must not see what will happen here next.\' Kaa went softly out in front of the lines of sitting monkeys and began to dance. His head moved from right to left, and his long body turned this way and that way, making circles that changed every second. Slowly, never hurrying, Kaa danced in front of the monkeys. Baloo and Bagheera stood and could not move. Mowgli watched, and did not understand.  Bandar-log,\' said the deep voice of Kaa at last.  Can you move?\'  Without a word from you, Kaa, we cannot move.\'  Come nearer to me,\' said Kaa. The lines of monkeys came nearer, and Baloo and Bagheera walked forward, too.  Nearer,\' hissed Kaa, and they all moved forward again. Mowgli put his hands on Baloo and Bagheera to get them away, and the two animals woke up.  Keep your hand on me, Mowgli,\' whispered Bagheera,  or I will go back to Kaa, and walk into his mouth.\'  It\'s only old Kaa dancing,\' said Mowgli.  Let us go.\' And the three of them went away into the jungle.  A python\'s dance is dangerous to watch,\' said Baloo,  even for us. Kaa will have good hunting tonight.\'  And now, Mowgli,\' said Bagheera angrily.  Baloo and I have fought hard for you. The monkeys have bitten us and pulled us and hit us. And all this, man-cub, was because you played with the Bandar-log.\'  It is true,\' said Mowgli sadly.  I am a bad man-cub.\'  The Law of the Jungle says we must punish you,\' said Bagheera. Baloo was happy that Mowgli was safe and with them again, but he could not speak against the Law.  It is right to punish me,\' said Mowgli.  I did wrong.\' Bagheera hit him, very softly for a panther, but very heavily for a little boy. Mowgli did not cry.  Now,\' said Bagheera,  jump on my back, Little Brother, and we will go home.\' One of the good things about Jungle Law is that, after you are punished, the matter is finished. 4  The fight at the rock  Mowgli always went to the meetings of the Wolf-Pack, and there he learnt something new one day. If he looked hard at any wolf, the wolf could not meet his eyes and looked away. Mowgli thought this was funny; he did not understand that he was different from the wolves. All the Jungle-People were his friends but not Shere Khan, of course. Mother Wolf told him that the tiger wanted to kill him.  One day you must kill Shere Khan. If you don\'t kill him, he will kill you.\' But Mowgli forgot. He was only a boy, not a wolf. Shere Khan still came often to that part of the jungle. Akela was older now and not so strong, and Shere Khan made friends with some of the younger wolves. Akela could not stop them, and Shere Khan began to make trouble for Mowgli.  I hear you can\'t look into the man-cub\'s eyes,\' he said, laughing, to the young wolves. And the young wolves began to get angry. Bagheera, who had eyes and ears everywhere, knew something of this and told Mowgli. Mowgli laughed, but Bagheera went on,  Open your eyes, Little Brother. Remember that Akela is old and he will not always be the leader of the Pack. Shere Khan has taught the younger wolves that a man-cub has no place with them. And soon you will be a man, not a man-cub.\'  But the wolves are my brothers. Why will they want to send me away?\'  Look at me,\' said Bagheera, and Mowgli looked at him hard between the eyes. The big black cat turned his head away quickly.  That is why,\' he said.  Not even I can look in your eyes. That is why they want to kill you. You are clever. You are a man.\'  I did not know these things,\' said Mowgli quietly.  Now listen. The day will soon come when Akela cannot kill his deer in the hunt. Then at the next meeting of the Pack the younger wolves will be against Akela and against you. When that time comes, go to the men\'s houses in the village and take some of their Red Flower. That will be a stronger friend to you than I or Baloo.\' The Red Flower was fire. All animals are afraid of it and do not call it by its name.  I will get some,\' said Mowgli.  I will go and get it now, and keep it ready,\' and he ran through the jungle to the village. On his way he heard the sounds of the Wolf-Pack hunting a big deer.  Show us that you are strong, Akela,\' came the voices of the young wolves.  Kill it!\' Mowgli stopped and listened, and he could hear that Akela did not kill the deer.  So the time has come already,\' he thought, and hurried to the village. He watched and waited, and soon he saw a child who was carrying a fire-pot. Mowgli jumped up, took the pot from him, and quickly ran away, back to the jungle. All that day he kept his fire alive with leaves and pieces of wood. In the evening Tabaqui came and told him that the wolves wanted him at the meeting. Mowgli laughed, and went. When he arrived, he saw that Akela was not in his special place, on top of the rock, but beside it. That meant that another wolf could try to take Akela\'s place. Shere Khan was there, too, with all the younger wolves around him. Mowgli sat down, with the fire-pot between his legs. Bagheera lay beside him. Shere Khan began to speak and Mowgli jumped up.  Free People, is Shere Khan your leader? Does a tiger belong in the Wolf-Pack?\'  There is no wolf on the rock,\' began Shere Khan, but the other wolves said,  Let Akela speak.\' Akela looked up, old and tired.  Free People, I have been your leader for many years. In all that time no wolf has died in the hunt. But this time I did not kill my deer. The Law of the Jungle says that you can kill me now, but the Law also says that you must come one by one.\' No one spoke. Akela was old, but nobody wanted to fight Akela alone. Then Shere Khan spoke.  Bah! This old wolf is not important. He will die soon. It is the man-cub who has lived too long. Give him to me.\'  A man! A man!\' cried most of the younger wolves angrily.  A man does not belong in the Wolf-Pack.\'  Mowgli is our brother,\' said Akela.  He has eaten our food. He has slept with us. He has done nothing wrong. Let him go to his own place.\'  He is a man,\' cried Shere Khan and most of the wolves. Mowgli stood up, the fire-pot in his hands. He was very angry, and very sad.  You have said many times that I am a man. I was your brother, but I will not call you my brothers again. I will decide on my life or my death, not you. I am a man, and to show you, I have brought the Red Flower with me.\' He dropped the fire-pot on the ground and some of the fire fell out. The wolves were very afraid and moved back. Mowgli held a long piece of wood in the fire and the end began to burn brightly.  You are the leader now,\' said Bagheera softly.  Help Akela. He was always your friend.\'  Good,\' said Mowgli. He looked at the frightened wolves.  I go from you to my people the world of men. But first . . .\' and Mowgli went to Shere Khan.  This killer of cows wanted to kill me. This is what men do to killers of cows,\' and he hit Shere Khan on the head with the burning stick. The tiger was very frightened.  Go now,\' said Mowgli to Shere Khan.  The next time I come to this rock, it will be with your dead body. I tell you this also, my brothers, you will not kill Akela because I do not want that. Akela is free to live.\' And Mowgli jumped at the young wolves with his burning stick and they all ran away. In the end there were only Akela, Bagheera, and a few older wolves left. Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him and, for the first time in his life, tears ran down his face.  What is it? What is it? Am I dying, Bagheera?\'  No, Little Brother. You are a man, and these are men\'s tears. But you must go the jungle is closed to you now.\'  Yes,\' said Mowgli.  I will go to men. But first I must say goodbye to my mother.\' And he went to the cave and cried on Mother Wolf\'s coat.  You will not forget me?\' Mowgli said to his wolf-family.  Never,\' said his wolf-brothers.  Come to the foot of the hill when you are a man, and we will talk with you.\'  Come soon, little frog,\' said Father Wolf,  because your Mother and I are getting old.\'  I will surely come,\' said Mowgli,  and I will bring the coat of Shere Khan and put it on the Meeting Rock.\' And in the morning Mowgli went down the hill alone to meet those strange things that are called men. 5  Tiger-Tiger  Mowgli knew that he had enemies now and he went far away. He ran until he came to a village in a place with many rocks and narrow valleys. Everywhere Mowgli could see cows and buffaloes. Some little boys were looking after the cows, but when they saw Mowgli, they shouted and ran away. Mowgli walked on until he came to the village. He sat down by the gate. When a man came out of the village, Mowgli opened his mouth to show that he wanted food. The man ran back into the village and came back with a hundred other people. They all looked at Mowgli and saw the bite-marks on his arms and legs.  Look,\' said a man,  those are the bite-marks of wolves. He is a wolf-child who has run away from the jungle.\'  He is a good-looking boy,\' said one of the women.  Messua, he looks like your little boy that was taken by the tiger.\'  Let me look,\' said Messua.  Yes, he is thin, but he looks like my son.\'  Take him to your house, Messua,\' the villagers said.  The jungle took your boy, and the jungle has given you this one back.\' The woman called Messua took Mowgli to her house and gave him milk and bread. This was Mowgli\'s first time in a house, and he did not like it. It felt like a prison.  But I am a man now,\' he thought,  and I must do what men do. I must also learn to speak like men.\' He knew all the many languages of the jungle, and so it was easy for him to learn the sounds of men. That first evening he learnt many words from Messua. But that night he did not want to sleep inside the house. So he climbed out of the window, and went to sleep in a field near the village. Before he went to sleep, a soft grey nose touched his face. It was Grey Brother, the eldest of Mother Wolf\'s cubs.  Wake, Little Brother,\' he said.  I bring news. Shere Khan has gone away. You burnt his coat with the Red Flower. But he says that, when he comes back, he will kill you.\'  I remember also what I said about Shere Khan,\' said Mowgli.  But it is good to have news. Will you always bring me news, Grey Brother?\'  Yes, Little Brother. But you will not forget that you are a wolf? You will not forget us when you are with men?\'  Never,\' replied Mowgli.  I will always remember that I love you all.\'  For three months Mowgli learnt how to be like a man. He had to wear clothes, learn how to use money, and how to work in the fields. In the evenings he sat with the villagers under a great tree, while the men told stories about the jungle and the animals. Once, when Buldeo, the village hunter, told a story about a tiger, Mowgli had to hide his face because he was laughing. At the end he said,  Buldeo\'s stories are stupid. He knows nothing about the jungle.\' The villagers did not like this, and after that they sent Mowgli out every day with the other boys, to look after the herds of cows and buffaloes while they ate. Mowgli enjoyed this work, and usually went on alone, with a big group of cows and buffaloes. One day he saw Grey Brother under a tree near the jungle.  Shere Khan has come back, but he is hiding for a while. Then he is coming to kill you,\' said Grey Brother.  Very good,\' said Mowgli.  Tell me when he comes. Meet me at the river, by the big dhak-tree with golden flowers. I will watch for you there every day.\' Day after day Mowgli went out with the herds, but there was nobody at the dhak-tree. Then at last the day came when Grey Brother was waiting for him.  Shere Khan has waited for a month, and is hoping that you have now forgotten about him,\' said the wolf.  He\'s going to wait for you at the village gate this evening. But now he is hiding in the big dry ravine of the Waingunga. I met Tabaqui this morning \' here Grey Brother showed his teeth a little and before I broke his back, he told me all about Shere Khan\'s plan.\'  Has Shere Khan eaten today, or does he hunt empty?\' The answer was life or death for Mowgli.  He killed and ate this morning. And he has drunk, too.\'  How stupid he is!\' said Mowgli.  Does he think that I shall wait until he has slept?\' He stood and thought for a while.  The ravine of Waingunga! I can take the buffaloes round to the top end and chase Shere Khan down the ravine. After a meal, he cannot fight or climb easily. But I need a big group of cows at the bottom end of the ravine, to stop him escaping. Then we will catch him between the buffaloes and the cows. Can you help me, Grey Brother?\'  Not I alone,\' said Grey Brother,  but I have someone who will help me.\' And the big grey head of Akela came out from the trees.  Akela! Akela!\' said Mowgli.  I knew you would not forget me.\' The two wolves ran here and there among the herd, and soon the cows and buffaloes were in two groups. Already, they were getting excited and dangerous. The other herd-boys, who were watching a long way away, ran back to the village with the news.  Keep the cows together, Grey Brother,\' called Mowgli.  Drive them into the bottom end of the ravine and keep them there until we come down. Akela, you and I will take the buffaloes round to the top.\' They drove the buffaloes round in a big circle uphill. It took a long time because they did not want Shere Khan to hear them. At last Mowgli was ready. He stopped and shouted down the ravine.  Shere Khan! It is I, Mowgli. It is time for our meeting!\' Mowgli rode on the back of Rama, the biggest of the buffaloes, and Akela chased the herd from behind. The buffaloes began to run down the ravine, faster and faster, and the ground shook under their heavy feet. Shere Khan heard the noise and woke up. He knew what it was, and he began to run down the ravine. No tiger can hope to stand against a herd of buffaloes when they are moving fast. He looked for a way to escape, but the ravine was narrow, with high rocky walls. He had to go on, heavy with his dinner and his drink. Then he saw the cows at the bottom of the ravine, and turned. But it was too late. He fell under the feet of the buffaloes, and they ran over him like a river running down a mountain. The buffaloes did not stop until they crashed into the herd of cows. Mowgli jumped off Rama\'s back and shouted to Akela and Grey Brother.  It is done! Shere Khan is dead! He died the death of a dog, not a fighting tiger.\' Mowgli took his knife and started to cut the coat from Shere Khan\'s body. It was hard work. After an hour Mowgli was still working when suddenly he felt a hand on his back. It was Buldeo, the village hunter.  Go and look after your buffaloes,\' he cried angrily.  I will take this tiger\'s coat. I can sell it for a hundred rupees, and you can have one rupee for yourself.\'  No,\' said Mowgli.  I need this coat.\'  Listen, boy!\' shouted Buldeo.  I am the village hunter, and I will take the coat, and keep all the money.\' Then Mowgli spoke to Akela in the wolf-language, and suddenly Buldeo was lying on his back on the ground with a big grey wolf standing over him.  Buldeo,\' said Mowgli,  for a long time this tiger has wanted to kill me. But I have killed him.\' Buldeo was very afraid. Who was this boy, who could talk to wolves and kill tigers?  Great King,\' he said to Mowgli,  I am an old man. I thought you were just a herd-boy. Let me go now, and I will go away.\'  Go, and peace go with you,\' replied Mowgli, and he went on with his work. It was nearly dark when at last he and the wolves pulled the great coat away from the tiger\'s body.  Now we must hide this and take the cows and the buffaloes back to the village,\' said Mowgli. But when Mowgli came near the village, there was a crowd of people waiting for him at the gate.  Go away, wolf-child!\' they shouted.  Go away, or we will kill you!\' Mowgli did not understand. Shere Khan the tiger who killed cows and stole children was dead, but people were angry with him. He turned away and looked up at the stars in the sky.  No more sleeping in houses for me, Akela. Let us get Shere Khan\'s coat and go away.\' The moon climbed high in the sky, and the frightened villagers watched while Mowgli began to run across the fields, with the two grey wolves running at his side.  The moon was going down when Mowgli and the two wolves came to Mother Wolf\'s cave.  The men do not want me, Mother,\' called Mowgli.  I have come home, and I have brought the coat of Shere Khan.\' Mother Wolf came out of the cave, very happy to see Mowgli again, and to know that Shere Khan was dead. From the jungle came the deep voice of Bagheera.  Little Brother, we are pleased to see you.\' Then Mowgli took the coat of Shere Khan and put it on the great rock at the wolves\' meeting place. Akela lay on it and called,  Look well, O Wolves!\' And the Wolf-Pack came and looked, and saw that Shere Khan was dead.  Now,\' said Mowgli,  I do not belong to the Wolf-Pack, or to the Man-Pack. I will hunt alone in the jungle.\'  And we will hunt with you,\' said Grey Brother and the rest of Mother Wolf\'s cubs. And Mowgli went away into the jungle and lived and hunted with his brothers, the wolves. ";

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var $demotext="Love Story  Stage 3  Stupid and rich, clever and poor  What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died? You can say that she was beautiful and intelligent. She loved Mozart and Bach and the Beatles. And me. Once, when she told me that, I asked her who came first. She answered, smiling, \'Like in the ABC.\' I smiled too. But now I wonder. Was she talking about my first name? If she was, I came last, behind Mozart. Or did she mean my last name? If she did, I came between Bach and the Beatles. But I still didn\'t come first. That worries me terribly now. You see, I always had to be Number One. Family pride, you see.  In the autumn of my last year at Harvard university, I studied a lot in the Radcliffe library.  The library was quiet, nobody knew me there, and they had the books that I needed for my studies. The day before an examination I went over to the library desk to ask for a book. Two girls were working there. One was tall and sporty. The other was quiet and wore glasses. I chose her, and asked for my book. She gave me an unfriendly look. \'Don\'t you have a library at Harvard?\' she asked. \'Radcliffe let us use their library,\' I answered. \'Yes, Preppie, they do , but is it fair? Harvard has five million books. We have a few thousand.\' Oh dear, I thought. A clever Radcliffe girl. I can usually make girls like her feel very small. But I needed that damn book, so I had to be polite. \'Listen, I need that damn book.\' \'Don\'t speak like that to a lady, Preppie.\' \'Why are you so sure that I went to prep school?\' She took off her glasses. \'You look stupid and rich,\' she said. \'You\'re wrong,\' I said. \'I\'m actually clever and poor.\' \'Oh no, Preppie,\' she said. \'I\'m clever and poor.\' She was looking straight at me. All right, she had pretty brown eyes; and OK, perhaps I looked rich. But I don\'t let anyone call me stupid. \'What makes you so clever?\'  I asked. \'I\'m not going to go for coffee with you,\' she said. \'Listen , I\'m not going to ask you!\' \'That\', she said, \'is what makes you stupid.\' Let me explain why I took her for coffee. I got the book that I wanted, didn\'t I? And she couldn\'t leave the library until closing time. So I was able to study the book for a good long time. I got an A in my exam the next day. I gave the girl\'s legs an A too, when she came out from behind the library desk. We went to a coffee shop and I ordered coffee for both of us. \'I\'m Jennifer Cavilleri,\' she said. \'I\'m American, but my family came from Italy. I\'m studying music.\' \'My name is Oliver,\' I said. \'Is that your first or your last name?\' she asked. \'First. My other name is Barrett.\' \'Oh,\' she said. \'Like Elizabeth Barrett the writer?\' \'Yes,\' I said. \'No relation.\' I was pleased that she hadn\'t said, \'Barrett, like Barrett Hall?\' That Barrett is a relation of mine. Barrett Hall is a large, unlovely building at Harvard University. My great-grandfather gave it to Harvard long ago, and I am deeply ashamed of it. She was silent. She sat there, half-smiling at me. I looked at her notebooks. \'Sixteenth-century music?\' I said. \'That sounds difficult.\' \'It\'s too difficult for you, Preppie,\' she said coldly. Why was I letting her talk to me like this? Didn\'t she read the university magazine? Didn\'t she know who I was? \'Hey, don\'t you know who I am?\' \'Yes,\' she answered. \'You\'re the man who owns Barrett Hall.\' She didn\'t know who I was. \'I don\'t own Barrett Hall,\' I argued. \'My great-grandfather gave it to Harvard, that\'s all.\' \'So that\'s why his not-so-great grandson could get into Harvard so easily!\' I was angry now. \'Jenny, if I\'m no good, why did you want me to invite you for coffee?\' She looked straight into my eyes and smiled. \'I like your body,\' she said. Every big winner has to be a good loser too. Every good Harvard man knows that. But it\'s better if you can win. And so, as I walked with Jenny to her dormitory, I made my winning move. \'Listen, Friday night is the Dartmouth hockey match.\' \'So?\' \'So I\'d like you to come.\' These Radcliffe girls, they really care about sport. \'And why\', she asked, \'should I come to a stupid ice-hockey match?\' \'Because I\'m playing,\' I answered. There was a moment\'s silence. I think I heard snow falling. \'For which team?\' she said. *  *  *  By the second quarter of the game on Friday night, we were  winning 0 , 0. That is, Davey Johnson and I were getting ready to score a goal. The crowd were screaming for blood , or a goal. I always feel that it\'s my job to give them both these things. I didn\'t look up at Jenny once, but I hoped she was watching me. I got the puck and started off across the ice. Davey Johnson was there on my left, but I didn\'t pass the puck to him. I wanted to score this goal myself. But before I could shoot, two big Dartmouth men were after me. In a moment we were hitting the puck  and each other as hard as we could. \'You!\' said a voice suddenly. \'Two minutes in the penalty box.\' I looked up. He was talking to me. \'What did I do?\' I asked. \'Don\'t argue.\' He called to the officials\' desk: \'Number seven, two minutes in the penalty box, for fighting.\' Angrily I climbed into the penalty box. \'Why are you sitting here when all your friends are playing?\' The voice was Jenny\'s. I didn\'t answer. \'Come on, Harvard, get that puck!\' I shouted. \'What did you do wrong?\' Jenny asked. \'I tried too hard.\' Out there on the ice Harvard were playing with only five men. \'Is that something to be ashamed of?\' \'Jenny, please. I\'m thinking.\' \'What about?\' \'About those two Dartmouth men. When I get back onto the ice, I\'ll break them into little pieces.\' \'Do you always fight when you play hockey?\' \'I\'ll fight you, Jenny, if you don\'t keep quiet.\' \'I\'m leaving. Goodbye.\' I looked round, but she had gone. Just then the bell rang. My two-minute penalty had finished. I jumped onto the ice again. \'Good old Barrett!\' shouted the crowd. Jenny will hear them shouting for me, I thought. But where was she? Had she left? As I went for the puck, I looked up into the crowd. Jenny was standing there. I took the puck and went towards the goal line. Two Dartmouth players were coming straight at me. \'Go, Oliver, go! Knock their heads off!\' That was Jenny\'s voice above the crowd. It was crazily, beautifully violent. I pushed past one Dartmouth man. I knocked hard into the other. Then I passed the puck to Davey Johnson, and he banged it into the Dartmouth goal. The crowd went wild. In a moment we were all shouting and kissing and banging each other on the back. The crowd were screaming with excitement. After that, we murdered Dartmouth - seven goals to zero.  After the match I lay in the hot bath and thought with pride about the game. I\'d scored one goal, and helped to score another. Now the water felt wonderful on my tired body. Ahhhh! Suddenly I remembered Jenny. Was she still waiting outside? I hoped so! I jumped out of that bath and dressed as fast as I could. Outside, the cold winter air hit me. I looked round for Jenny. Had she walked back to her dormitory alone? Suddenly I saw her. \'Hey, Preppie, it\'s cold out here.\' I was really pleased to see her, and gave her a quick kiss. \'Did I say you could kiss me?\' she said. \'Sorry. I was just excited.\' \'I wasn\'t.\' It was dark and quiet, out there in the cold. I kissed her again, more slowly. When we reached her dormitory, I did not kiss her goodnight. \'Listen, Jenny, perhaps I won\'t telephone you for a few months.\' She was silent for a moment. \'Why?\' she asked at last. \'But perhaps I\'ll telephone you as soon as I get back to my dorm.\' I turned and began to walk away. \'Damn Preppie!\' I heard her say. I turned again. From twenty feet away I scored another goal.  2 Blood and stone  few weeks later I was hurt in the hockey match at Cornell university. My face was badly cut and the officials gave me the penalty for starting the fight. Five minutes! I sat quietly in the penalty box while the team manager cleaned the blood off my face. I was ashamed to look out onto the ice. But the shouts of the crowd told me everything. Cornell scored a goal. The score was 3,3 now. Damn, I thought. We\'re going to lose this match, because of me. Across the ice, among the crowd, I saw him. My father. Old Stonyface. He was looking straight at me. \'If the meeting finishes in time, I\'ll come to Cornell and watch you play,\' he had told me on the phone. And there he was, Oliver Barrett the Third. What was he thinking about? Who could say? Why was he here? Family pride, perhaps. \'Look at me. I am a very busy, important man, but I have come all the way to Cornell, just to watch my son play in a hockey match.\' We lost, six goals to three. After the match the doctor put twelve stitches in my face. When I got to the changing-room, it was empty. They don\'t want to talk to me, I thought. I lost that match. I felt very ashamed as I walked out into the winter night. \'Come and have dinner, son,\' said a voice. It was Old Stonyface. At dinner we had one of our non-conversations. We spoke to each other, but didn\'t actually say anything. These non-conversations always started with \'How have you been, son?\' and ended with \'Is there anything I can do for you?\' \'How have you been, son?\' my father began. \'Fine, sir.\' \'Does your face hurt?\' \'No, sir.\' (It hurt terribly.) Next, Old Stonyface talked about Playing the Game. \'All right, son, you lost the match.\' (How clever of you to notice, Father.) \'But after all, in sport, the important thing is the playing, not the winning.\' Wonderful, I thought. Father was chosen for the Olympic Games. And now he says winning is not important! I just looked down at my plate and said \'Yes, sir\' at the right times. Our non-conversation continued. After Playing the Game, he discussed My Plans. \'Tell me, Oliver, has the Law School accepted you yet?\' \'Not yet, sir.\' \'Would you like me to telephone them?\' \'No!\' I said at once. \'I want to get a letter like other people, sir. Please.\' \'Yes, of course. Fine . . . After all, they\'re sure to accept you.\' Why? I thought. Because I\'m clever and successful? Or because I\'m the son of Oliver Barrett the Third? The meal was as uninteresting as the conversation. At last my father spoke again. \'There\'s always the Peace Corps,\' he said suddenly. \'I think the Peace Corps is a fine thing, don\'t you?\' \'Oh, yes, sir,\' I said politely. I knew nothing about the Peace Corps. \'What do your friends at Harvard think about the Peace Corps?\' he asked. \'Do they feel that the Peace Corps is important in our world today?\' \'Yes, sir,\' I said politely, just to please him. After dinner I walked with him to his car. \'Is there anything I can do for you, son?\' he asked. \'No, thank you, sir. Good night, sir.\' Our non-conversation was finished: he drove away. Yes, of course there are planes, but Oliver  Barrett the Third chose to drive. My father likes to drive , fast. And at that time of night, in an Aston Martin DBS, you can go very fast indeed. I went to telephone Jenny. That was the only good part of the evening. I told her about the fight. She enjoyed that. Her musical friends never got into fights. \'I hope you hit the man who hit you,\' she said. \'Oh, yes.\' \'Good! I\'m sorry I couldn\'t be there to watch you. Perhaps you\'ll hit somebody in the Yale match?\' I smiled. Jenny really made me feel better.  Back at Harvard the next day I called at her dorm. Jenny was talking to someone on the telephone in the hall. \'Yes. Of course! Oh yes, Phil. I love you too. Love and kisses. Goodbye.\' Who was she talking to? I had only been away forty-eight hours, and she had found a new boyfriend! Jenny did not seem ashamed. She kissed me lightly on the unhurt side of my face. \'Hey , you look terrible!\' \'Twelve stitches, Jen.\' \'Does the other man look worse than you?\' \'Much worse. I always make the other man look worse.\' We walked to my MG sports car. \'Who\'s Phil?\' I asked as carelessly as I could. \'My father.\' I could not believe that! \'You call your father Phil?\' \'That\'s his name. What do you call your father?\' \'Sir.\' \'He must be really proud of you. You\'re a big hockey star  , and you\'re always successful in your exams.\' \'You don\'t know anything, Jenny. He was good at exams and sport, too. He was in the Olympic Games.\' \'My God! Did he win?\' \'No.\' (Actually, Old Stonyface was sixth, which makes me feel a little better.) Jenny was silent for a moment. \'Why do you hate him so much?\' she asked at last. \'I\'m Oliver Barrett the Fourth,\'  I answered. \'All Barretts have to be successful. And that means I have to be good at everything, all the time. I hate it.\' \'Oh, I\'m sure you do,\' laughed Jenny. \'You hate doing well in your exams. You hate being a hockey star . . .\' \'But he expects it!\' I said. \'If I\'m successful, he isn\'t excited, or surprised. He was a big success, and he expects me to be the same.\' I told her about our meal and our non-conversation after the Cornell match, but she didn\'t understand at all. \'You say your father is a busy man,\' she said. \'But he found time to go all the way to Cornell to watch you play. How can you say these terrible things about him, when he drove all that way, just to watch your hockey match? He loves you, Oliver , can\'t you understand?\' \'Forget it, Jenny,\' I said. She was silent for a moment. \'I\'m pleased you have problems with your father,\' she said at last. \'That means you aren\'t perfect.\' \'Oh , you mean you are perfect?\' \'Of course not, Preppie. That\'s why I go out with you!\' Jenny loved to have the last word.  3 We belong together  had not yet made love to Jenny. In the three weeks we had been together, we had held hands. Sometimes we had kissed, but that was all. Usually I moved much faster , ask the other girls that I\'d been out with! But Jenny was special. I felt different about her and I didn\'t know what to say to her. \'You\'re going to fail your exams, Oliver.\' We were studying in my room one Sunday afternoon. \'Oliver, you\'ll fail your exams if you don\'t do some work.\' \'I am working.\' \'No, you aren\'t. You\'re looking at my legs.\' \'Only once every chapter.\' \'That book has very short chapters.\' \'Listen, you aren\'t as good-looking as all that!\' \'I know, but you think I am, don\'t you?\' \'Dammit, Jenny, how can I study when all the time I want to make love to you?\' She closed her book softly and put it down. She put her arms around me. \'Oliver, will you please make love to me?\' It all happened at once. It was all so unhurried, soft and gentle. And I was gentle too. Was this the real Oliver Barrett the Fourth? \'Hey, Oliver, did I ever tell you that I love you?\' said Jenny finally. \'No, Jen.\' I kissed her neck. \'I love you very much, Oliver.\' I love Ray Stratton too. He\'s not very clever, or a wonderful footballer, but he was a good friend to me. Where did he go to study when I was in our room with Jenny? Where did he sleep on those Saturdays when Jenny and I spent the night together? In the old days I always told him all about my girlfriends. But I never told him about Jenny and me. \'My God, Barrett, are you two sleeping together or not?\' asked Ray. \'Raymond, please don\'t ask.\' \'You spend every minute of your free time with her. It isn\'t natural . . . \' \'Ray, when two adults are in love . . . \' \'Love? At your age? My God, I worry about you, I really do.\' \'Don\'t worry, Raymond, old friend. We\'ll have that flat in New York one day. Different girls every night . . . \' \'Don\'t you tell me not to worry, Barrett. That girl\'s got you, and I don\'t like it!\' That evening I went to hear Jenny play the piano with the Music Group. \'You were wonderful,\' I said afterwards. \'That shows what you know about music, Preppie.\' We walked along the river together. \'I played OK. Not wonderful. Not  Olympic Games\'. Just OK. OK?\' \'OK , but you should always continue your music.\' \'Of course I will. I\'m going to study with Nadia Boulanger, aren\'t I?\' \'Who?\' \'Nadia Boulanger. She\'s a famous music teacher in Paris. I\'m very lucky. I won a scholarship, too.\' \'Jennifer , you\'re going to Paris?\' \'I\'ve never seen Europe. I\'m really excited about it.\' I took her by the arms and pulled her towards me. \'Hey , how long have you known this?\' Jenny looked down at her feet. \'Oliver, don\'t be stupid. We can\'t do anything about it. After we finish university, you\'ll go your way and I\'ll go mine. You\'ll go to law school\' \'Wait a minute! What are you talking about?\' She looked into my eyes. \'Ollie, you\'re a rich Preppie. Your old man owns a bank. My father\'s a baker in Cranston, Rhode Island . . . and I\'m nobody.\' \'What does that matter? We\'re together now. We\'re happy.\' \'Ollie, don\'t be stupid,\' she repeated. \'Harvard is full of all kinds of different people. You study together, you have fun together. But afterwards you have to go back to where you belong.\' \'We belong together. Don\'t leave me, Jenny. Please.\' \'What about my scholarship? What about Paris?\' \'What about our marriage?\' \'Who said anything about marriage?\' said Jenny in surprise. \'Me. I\'m saying it now.\' \'Why?\' I looked straight into her eyes. \'Because,\' I said. \'Oh,\' said Jenny. \'That\'s a very good reason.\' She took my arm and we walked along the river. There was nothing more to say, really.  The next Sunday we drove to visit my parents in Ipswich, Massachusetts. Jenny said it was the right thing to do, and of course there was also the fact that Oliver the Third paid for my studies at Harvard. \'Oh my God,\' Jenny said when we drove up to the house. \'I didn\'t expect this. It\'s like a damn palace!\' \'Please, Jen. Everything will be fine.\' \'For a nice all-American girl of good family, perhaps. Not for Jennifer Cavilleri, baker\'s daughter, from Cranston, Rhode Island.\' Florence opened the door. She has worked for the Barrett family for many years. She told us that my parents were waiting in the library. We followed her past a long line of pictures of famous Barretts and a glass case full of silver and gold cups. \'They look just like real silver and gold,\' said Jenny. \'They don\'t give cups like those at the Cranston Sports Club!\' \'They are real silver and gold,\' I answered. \'My God! Are they yours?\' \'No, my father\'s.\' \'Do you have silver and gold cups too, Oliver?\' \'Yes.\' \'In a glass case, like these?\' \'No. Up in my room, under the bed.\' She gave me one of her good Jenny-looks. \'We\'ll go and look at them later, shall we?\' Before I could answer, we heard a voice. \'Ah, hello there.\' It was Old Stonyface. \'Oh, hello, sir. This is Jennifer\' \'Hello there.\' He shook her hand before I could say her full name. There was a smile on his usually rock-like face. \'Do come in and meet Mrs Barrett . . . My  wife Alison. This is Jennifer\' \'Calliveri,\' I said , for the first and only time, I got her damn name wrong! \'Cavilleri,\' said Jenny politely. Mother and Jenny shook hands. All through dinner Mother kept the polite small talk going. \'So your people are from Cranston, Jennifer?\' said my mother. \'Mostly. My mother came from Fall River.\' \'The Barretts have factories at Fall River,\' said Oliver the Third. \'Where they cheated their workers for centuries,\' said Oliver the Fourth. \'In the nineteenth century,\' said Oliver the Third. \'What about the plans to put automatic machines in the factories?\' said Oliver the Fourth. \'What about coffee?\' my mother said quickly. We moved back into the library. We sat there with nothing to say to each other. So I started a new non-conversation. \'Tell me, Jennifer,\' I said, \'what do you think about the Peace Corps?\' She looked at me in surprise. \'Oh, have you told them, O.B.?\' asked my mother. \'It isn\'t the time for that, my dear,\' said Oliver Barrett the Third, with an  Ask me, ask me!\' look on his face. \'What\'s this, Father?\' I asked, just to please him. \'Nothing important, son.\' \'I don\'t know how you can say that,\' said my mother. She turned to me. \'Your father is going to be Head of the Peace Corps.\' \'Oh,\' I said. \'Oh!\' said Jenny in a different, happier kind of voice. \'Well done, Mr Barrett.\' She gave me a hard look. \'Yes. Well done, sir,\' I said at last.  4 Two different kinds of father  enny, he isn\'t going to be President of the USA, after all!\' We were driving back to Harvard. \'You still weren\'t very nice to him about it, Oliver.\' \'I said  Well done\'!\' \'Ha! Oliver, why are you so unkind to your father? You hurt him all the time.\' \'It\'s impossible to hurt Oliver Barrett the Third.\' \'No, it isn\'t , if you marry Jennifer Cavilleri . . . Oliver, I know you love me. But in a strange way you want me because I\'m not a suitable woman for a Barrett to marry. You are rebelling against your father.\' My father said the same thing a few days later when we had lunch together at the Harvard Club in Boston. \'Son, you\'re in too much of a hurry. The young lady herself is fine. The problem is you. You are rebelling, and you know it.\' \'Father, what worries you most about her? That she\'s Italian? Or that she\'s poor?\' \'What do you like most about her?\' \'I\'m leaving.\' \'Stay and talk like a man.\' I stayed. Old Stonyface liked that. He\'s won again, I thought angrily. \'Wait a while, son,\' Oliver Barrett the Third continued. \'That\'s all I ask. Finish law school.\' \'Why do I have to wait?\' I was rebelling now. \'Oliver, you are still under twenty-one. In the eyes of the law you are not yet an adult.\' \'Stop talking like a lawyer, dammit!\' \'If you marry her now, you will get nothing from me.\' \'Father, you\'ve got nothing that I want.\' I walked out of his club and out of his life.  After that, I was not looking forward to meeting Jenny\'s father. She was his only child and her mother was dead. She meant a lot to him . . . I could see a lot of problems there. And I was penniless. How is Mr Cavilleri going to feel, I thought, when he hears that young Barrett can\'t support his daughter? Worse, she will have to work as a teacher to support him while he is at law school! As we drove down to Cranston on that Sunday in May, I worried a lot about Mr Cavilleri\'s feelings. \'Tell me again, Jen.\' \'OK. I telephoned him, and he said OK.\' \'But what does he mean by  OK\'?\' \'Are you trying to tell me that Harvard Law School has accepted a man who doesn\'t know the meaning of  OK\'?\' \'It isn\'t a word that lawyers use much, Jen. Just tell me again. Please.\' \'He knows you\'re poor, and he doesn\'t mind. Stop worrying, Oliver.\' Jenny lived on Hamilton Street. It was a long line of wooden houses with children playing in front of them, and whole families sitting on their front steps. I felt like a stranger in a strange land as I parked the MG outside 189A Hamilton Street. Mr Cavilleri\'s handshake was warm and strong. \'How do you do, sir?\' I said. \'I\'m Phil,\' he said. \'Phil, sir.\' It was a frightening moment. Then Mr Cavilleri turned to his daughter. Suddenly they were in each other\'s arms, laughing and crying and kissing. I felt like a stranger. For some time I did not have to speak much. \'Don\'t speak with your mouth full,\' my family had told me when I was a child. Phil and his daughter kept my mouth full all afternoon. I don\'t know how many Italian cakes I ate. Both Cavilleris were very pleased. \'He\'s OK,\' said Phil at last. \'I told you he was OK,\' said his daughter. \'Well, I had to see for myself. Now I\'ve seen him. Oliver\' \'Yes, sir?\' \'Call me Phil. You\'re OK.\' Later Phil tried to have a serious talk with me. He thought he could bring Oliver Barrett the Third and Oliver Barrett the Fourth together again. \'Let me speak to him on the telephone,\' he said. \'A father\'s love is a very special thing . . . \' \'There isn\'t much of it in my family,\' I said. \'Your father will soon realize,\' he began. \'When it\'s time to go to the church\' \'Phil,\' said Jenny gently, \'we don\'t want to be married in church.\' He looked surprised, then unhappy. But he spoke bravely. \'It\'s your wedding, children. You choose. It\'s OK by me.\'  My next meeting was with the Head of Harvard Law School. \'I\'ll need a scholarship for next year, sir,\' I said politely. \'A scholarship? I don\'t understand. Your father\' \'My father has nothing to do with it, sir. We\'ve had a disagreement, and he isn\'t supporting me any more.\' The Head took off his glasses, then put them on again. I continued, \'That\'s why I\'ve come here to see you, sir. I\'m getting married next month. We\'re both going to work during the summer. Then Jenny will support us by teaching. But her teaching won\'t pay enough to send me to law school. Sir, I need a scholarship. I have no money in the bank.\' \'Mr Barrett, our scholarships are for poor people. And it\'s too late to ask for one. I do not wish to enter into a family disagreement, but I think you should go and talk to your father again.\' \'Oh no!\' I said angrily. \'I am not, repeat not, going back to my father to ask for money!\'  When Jenny graduated from university that summer, all her relations came from Cranston to watch. We didn\'t tell them about our marriage plans because we wanted a quiet wedding, and didn\'t want to hurt their feelings. I graduated from Harvard the next day. Was Oliver the Third there in the university hall? I don\'t know. I didn\'t look for Old Stonyface in the crowd. I gave my parents\' tickets to Jenny and Phil, but as an old Harvard man my father could sit with the Class of \'26. But why should he want to? I mean, weren\'t the banks open that day? The wedding was on the next Sunday. It was very quiet and very beautiful. Phil was there, of course, and my friend Ray Stratton. Jenny and I spoke about our love for each other and promised to stay together until death. Ray gave me the ring and soon Oliver Barrett the Fourth and Jennifer Cavilleri were man and wife. We had a small party afterwards, just the four of us. Then Ray and Phil went home and Jenny and I were alone together. \'Jenny, we\'re really married!\' \'Yes. Now I can be as terrible to you as I like!\'  5 The first three years  or three years we had to make every dollar do the work of two. All through the summer holidays we worked at the Boat Club in Dennis Port. It was hard work, but we were never too tired to be kind to each other. I say \'kind\' because there are no words to describe our love and happiness together. After the summer we found a \'cheap\' flat near the university. It was on the top floor of an old house and was actually very expensive. But what could we do? There weren\'t many flats around. \'Hey, Preppie,\' said Jenny when we arrived there. \'Are you my husband or aren\'t you?\' \'Of course I\'m your husband.\' \'Show me, then.\' (My God, I thought, in the street?) \'Carry me into our first home!\' I carried her up the five steps to the front door. \'Why did you stop?\' she asked. \'This isn\'t our home. Upstairs, Preppie!\' There were twenty-four stairs up to our flat, and I had to stop half-way. \'Why are you so heavy?\' I asked her. \'Perhaps I\'m expecting a baby.\' \'My God! Are you?\' \'Ha! I frightened you then, didn\'t I?\' \'Well, yes, just for a second or two.\' I carried her the rest of the way. There were very few moments in those days when we were not worrying about money. Very few, and very wonderful , and that moment was one of them. A food shop let us \'eat now, pay later\', thanks to the Barrett name. But our famous name did not help us in Jenny\'s work. The Head of the school thought we were rich. \'Of course, we can\'t pay our teachers very much,\' said Miss Whitman. \'But that won\'t worry you, Mrs Barrett!\' Jenny tried to explain that Barretts had to eat, just like other people. Miss Whitman just laughed politely. \'Don\'t worry,\' Jenny said to me. \'We\'ll manage. Just learn to like spaghetti.\' I did. I learned to like spaghetti and Jenny learned lots of different ways of cooking it. With Jenny\'s pay from school, and our money from our summer work and my holiday jobs, we managed. Our lives had changed a lot, of course. There was no more music for Jenny. She had to teach all day, and  came home very tired. Then she had to cook dinner , restaurants were too expensive for us. There were a lot of films that we didn\'t see, and places and people that we didn\'t visit. But we were doing OK.  One day a beautiful invitation arrived. It was for my father\'s sixtieth birthday party. \'Well?\' said Jenny. I was in the middle of a thick law book and did not hear her at first. \'Oliver, he\'s reaching out to you.\' \'No, he isn\'t. My mother wrote it. Now be quiet. I\'m studying. I\'ve got exams in three weeks.\' \'Ollie, think. Sixty years old, dammit. How do you know that he\'ll still be alive when you decide to forget your disagreement?\' \'I don\'t know, and I don\'t care. Now let me get on with my work!\' \'One day,\' said Jenny, \'when you\'re having problems with Oliver the Fifth\' \'Our son won\'t be called Oliver, you can be sure of that!\' I said angrily. \'You can call him Bozo if you like. But that child will feel bad about you, because you were a big Harvard sportsman. And by the time he goes to university, you\'ll probably be a big, important lawyer!\' She continued, \'Oliver, your father loves you, in the same way as you will love Bozo. But you Barretts are so full of pride , you\'ll go through life thinking that you hate each other. Now . . . what about that invitation?\' \'Write them a nice letter of refusal.\' \'Oliver, I can\'t hurt your father like that . . . What\'s their telephone number?\' I told her and was at once deep in my law book again. I tried not to listen to her talking on the telephone, but she was in the same room, after all. Suddenly I thought, How long does it take to say no? \'Ollie?\' Jenny had her hand over the telephone mouthpiece. \'Ollie, do we have to say no?\' \'Yes, we do. And hurry up, dammit!\' \'I\'m terribly sorry,\' she said into the telephone. She covered the mouthpiece again and turned to me. \'He\'s very unhappy, Oliver! Can you just sit there and let your father bleed?\' \'Stones don\'t bleed, Jen. This isn\'t one of your warm, loving Italian fathers.\' \'Oliver, can\'t you just speak to him?\' \'Speak to him! Are you crazy?\' She held the telephone towards me. She was trying not to cry. \'I will never speak to him. Ever,\' I said. Now she was crying, very quietly. Then she asked me once more. \'For me, Oliver. I\'ve never asked you for anything. Please.\' I couldn\'t do it. Didn\'t Jenny understand? It was just  impossible. Unhappily I shook my head. Then Jenny spoke to me quietly and very angrily. \'You have no heart,\' she said. She spoke into the telephone again. \'Mr Barrett, Oliver wants you to know . . . \' She was crying, so it wasn\'t easy for her. \'Oliver loves you very much,\' she said, and put the telephone down quickly. I don\'t know why I did it. Perhaps I went crazy for a moment. Violently I took the telephone and threw it across the room. \'Damn you, Jenny! Why don\'t you get out of my life?\' I stood still for a second. My God, I thought, what\'s happening to me? I turned to look at Jenny. But she had gone. I looked round the flat for her. Her coat was still there, but she had disappeared. I ran out of the house and searched everywhere for her: the law school library, Radcliffe, the music school. Was she in one of the music rooms? I heard somebody playing the piano, loudly and very badly. Was it Jenny? I pushed the door open. A big Radcliffe girl was at the piano. \'What\'s the matter?\' she asked. \'Nothing,\' I answered, and closed the door again. Where, oh where, had she gone? I felt terrible. I searched the university, the streets and the caf_s. Nothing. Had she taken a bus to Cranston, perhaps? At midnight I found a telephone box and called Phil. \'Hello?\' he said sleepily. \'What\'s the matter? Is Jenny ill?\' My God, I thought, she isn\'t there! \'She\'s fine, Phil. Uh , I just called to say hello.\' \'You should call more often, dammit,\' he said. \'Is Cranston so far away that you can\'t come down on a Sunday afternoon?\' \'We\'ll come, some Sunday, Phil, I promise.\' \'Don\'t give me that ,  some Sunday\' indeed! This Sunday, Oliver.\' \'Yes, sir. This Sunday.\' \'And next time you telephone, I\'ll pay, dammit. OK?\' He put down the telephone. I stood there and wondered what to do. At last I went back to the flat. Jenny was sitting on the top step. I was too tired to cry, too glad to speak. \'I forgot my key,\' said Jenny. I stood there on the bottom step. I was afraid to ask how long she had been there. I only knew that I had hurt her terribly. \'Jenny, I\'m sorry\' \'Stop!\' she said. Then she added, \'Love means you never have to say you\'re sorry.\' We walked up to our flat. As we undressed, she looked lovingly at me. \'I meant what I said, Oliver.\' And that was all.  6 Money can\'t buy everything  hen the letter came from the Law School, it changed our lives. I came third in the final examinations and suddenly everyone wanted to offer me jobs. It was a wonderful time. Think of it: an all-American boy with a famous name, third in his examinations and a Harvard hockey player too. Crowds of people were fighting to get my name and number on their company writing paper. At last I accepted a job with Jonas and Marsh in New York. I was the highest-paid graduate of my year too. After three years of spaghetti and looking twice at every dollar, it felt wonderful. We moved to a beautiful flat in New York. Jonas and Marsh\'s office was an easy ten-minute walk away. And there were lots of fashionable shops nearby too. I told my wife to get in there and start spending immediately. \'Why, Oliver?\' \'Woman, you supported me for three years. Now it\'s my turn!\' I joined the Harvard Club of New York. Ray Stratton was working in New York too and we played tennis together three times a week. My old Harvard friends discovered me once more, and invitations arrived. \'Say no, Oliver. I don\'t want to spend my free time with a lot of empty-headed preppies.\' \'OK, Jen, but what shall I tell them?\' \'Tell them I\'m expecting a baby.\' \'Are you?\' She smiled. \'No, but if we stay at home tonight, perhaps I will.\' We already had a name for our child. \'You know,\' I said one evening. \'I really like the name Bozo.\' \'You honestly want to call our child Bozo?\' \'Yes. It\'s the name of a big sports star. He\'ll be wonderfully big and strong,\' I continued. \'Bozo Barrett, Harvard\'s biggest football star.\'  We had a name for our child and we wanted him very much. But it\'s not always easy to make a baby, although we tried very hard. Finally I became worried and we went together to see a doctor. Doctor Sheppard checked everything carefully. He took some of our blood and sent it away for examination. \'We\'ll know soon,\' he said. A few days later he telephoned me at my office and asked me to visit him on my way home that evening. \'Well, Doctor,\' I said, \'which of us has the problem?\' \'It\'s Jenny,\' he said. \'She will never have children.\' I was ready for this news, but it still shook me. \'Well,\' I said, \'children aren\'t everything.\' \'Oliver,\' said Doctor Sheppard, \'the problem is more serious than that. Jenny is very ill. She has a blood disease. It is destroying her blood, and we can\'t stop it. She is dying, Oliver. I am very sorry.\' \'That\'s impossible, Doctor,\' I said. I waited for the doctor to tell me that it was not true. Kindly and patiently he explained again, and at last I understood the terrible words. \'Have you spoken to Jenny, Doctor? What did you tell her?\' \'I told her that you were both all right. For the moment it\'s better that way.\' I wanted to shout and scream at the unfairness of it all. Jenny was twenty-four, and she was dying. \'What can I do to help, Doctor?\' I asked at last. \'Just be natural,\' he said. Natural! I began to think about God. At first I hated Him. Then next morning I woke up and Jenny was there beside me. Still there. I was ashamed. Thank you, God, I thought. Thank you for letting me wake up and see Jennifer. \'Be natural,\' the doctor had said. I did my best, and all the time I was living with my terrible secret. One day Mr Jonas called me into his office. \'Oliver, I have an important job for you. How soon can you go to Chicago? You can take one of the younger men with you.\' One of the younger men? I was the youngest man in the office. I understood the message: Oliver, although you are still only twenty-four, you are one of our top men. \'Thank you, sir,\' I said, \'but I can\'t leave New York just now.\' I had decided not to tell anyone about my troubles. I wanted to keep my secret as long as possible. I could see that old man Jonas was unhappy about my refusal. On the way home that day I saw a notice in a travel shop window: \'Fly to Paris!\' Suddenly I remembered Jenny\'s words: What about my scholarship? What about Paris? I went into the shop and bought two tickets to Paris. Jenny was looking grey and tired when I got home. When I showed her the tickets, she shook her head. \'Oliver,\' she said gently, \'I don\'t want Paris. I just want you . . . and I want time, which you can\'t give me.\' Now I looked in her eyes and saw the sadness in them. We sat there silently, holding each other. Then Jenny explained. \'I was feeling terrible. I went back to the doctor and he told me. I\'m dying.\' Now I didn\'t have to be \'natural\' any more. We had no more secrets from each other. Now we could discuss things . . . things that young husbands and wives don\'t usually  have to discuss. \'You must be strong, Oliver,\' she said. \'For Phil. It\'s going to be hard for him. He needs your help. OK?\' \'OK. I\'ll be strong,\' I promised. I hoped Jenny could not see how frightened I was.  A month later, just after dinner, Jenny was playing Chopin on the piano. Suddenly she stopped. \'Are you rich enough to pay for a taxi?\' she asked. \'Of course. Where do you want to go?\' \'To the hospital.\' In the next few busy, worried moments, while I hurriedly packed a bag, I realized. This is it, I thought. Jenny is going to walk out of this flat and never come back. I wondered what she was thinking. She sat there, looking straight in front of her. \'Hey,\' I said, \'is there anything special that you want to take with you?\' \'No,\' she said. Then she thought again. \'Yes. You.\' The taxi-driver thought Jenny was expecting a baby. \'Is this your first?\' he asked. I was holding Jenny in my arms, and I felt ready to explode. \'Please, Ollie,\' Jenny said to me softly. \'He\'s trying to be nice to us.\' \'Yes,\' I told the driver. \'It\'s our first. And my wife isn\'t feeling very well. So can you hurry, please?\' He got us to the hospital in ten minutes. \'Good luck!\' he called as he drove away. Jenny thanked him. She was having trouble walking. I wanted to carry her. But she said clearly, \'Not this time, Preppie.\' So we walked. \'Have you got health insurance?\' they asked us in the hospital. \'No.\' We had never thought about buying insurance. We were too busy buying furniture and kitchen things. Of course, the doctors knew about Jenny and they were expecting us. \'Listen,\' I told them. \'Do your best for Jenny. I don\'t care what it costs. I want her to have the best, please. I\'ve got the money.\'  7 Strong men don\'t cry  jumped into my MG and drove through the night to Boston. I changed my shirt in the car before I entered the offices on State Street. It was only eight o\'clock in the morning, but several important-looking people were waiting to see Oliver Barrett the Third. His secretary recognized me and spoke my name into the telephone. My father did not say \'Show him in\'. Instead, the door opened and he came out to meet me. \'Oliver,\' he said. His hair was a little greyer and his face had lost some of its colour. \'Come in, son,\' he said. I walked into his office and sat down opposite him. For a moment we looked at each other. Then he looked away, and so did I. I looked at the things on his desk: the scissors, the pen-holder, the letter-opener, the photos of my mother and me. \'How have you been, son?\' he asked. \'Very well, sir . . . Father, I need to borrow five thousand dollars.\' He looked hard at me. \'May I know the reason?\' he said at last. \'I can\'t tell you, Father. Just lend me the money. Please.\' I felt that he didn\'t want to refuse, or argue with me. He wanted to give me the money, but he also wanted to . . . talk. \'Don\'t they pay you at Jonas and Marsh?\' \'Yes, sir.\' So he knows where I work, I thought. He probably knows how much they pay me too. \'And doesn\'t Jennifer teach too?\' Well, I thought, he doesn\'t know everything. \'Please leave Jennifer out of this, Father. This is a personal matter. A very important personal matter.\' \'Have you got a girl into trouble?\' he asked quietly. \'Yes,\' I lied. \'That\'s it. Now give me the money. Please.\'  I think he knew that I was lying. But I don\'t think he wanted to know my real reason for wanting the money. He was asking because he wanted to . . . talk. He took out his cheque book and opened it slowly. Not to hurt me, I\'m sure, but to give himself time. Time to find things to say. Things that would not hurt the two of us. He finished writing the cheque, took it out of the cheque book and held it out towards me. When I did not reach out my hand to take it, he pulled back his hand and placed the cheque on his desk. He looked at me again. Here it is, son, the look on his face seemed to say. But still he did not speak. I did not want to leave, either. But I couldn\'t think of anything painless to say. And we couldn\'t sit there, wanting to talk but unable to look at each other. I picked up the cheque and put it carefully into my shirt pocket. I got up and went towards the door. I wanted to thank my father for seeing me, when several important people were waiting outside his office. If I want, I thought, he will send his visitors away, just to be with me . . . I wanted to thank him for that, but the words refused to come. I stood there with the door half open, and at last I managed to look at him and say: \'Thank you, Father.\' Then I had to tell Phil Cavilleri. He did not cry or say anything. He quietly closed his house in Cranston and came to live in our flat. We all have ways of living with our troubles. Some people drink too much. Phil cleaned the flat, again and again. Perhaps he thought Jenny would come home again. Poor Phil. Next I telephoned old man Jonas. I told him why I could not come into the office. I kept the conversation short because I knew he was unhappy. He wanted to say things to me, but could not find the words. I knew all about that.  Phil and I lived for hospital visiting hours. The rest of life , eating and sleeping (or not sleeping) , meant nothing to us. One day, in the flat, I heard Phil saying, very quietly, \'I can\'t take this much longer.\' I did not answer him. I just thought to myself, I can take it. Dear God, I can take it as long as You want , because Jenny is Jenny. That evening, she sent me out of her room. She wanted to speak to her father, \'man to man\'. \'But don\'t go too far away,\' she added. I went to sit outside. Then Phil appeared. \'She wants to see you now,\' he said. \'Close the door,\' Jenny ordered. I went to sit by her bed. I always liked to sit beside her and look at her face, because it had her eyes shining in it. \'It doesn\'t hurt, Ollie, really,\' she said. \'It\'s like falling off a high building very slowly , you know?\' Something moved deep inside me. I am not going to cry, I said to myself. I\'m strong, OK? And strong men don\'t cry . . .  But if I\'m not going to cry, then I can\'t open my mouth. \'Mm,\' I said. \'No, you don\'t know, Preppie,\' she said. \'You\'ve never fallen off a high building in your life.\' \'Yes, I have.\' My voice came back. \'I did when I met you.\' She smiled. \'Who cares about Paris?\' she said suddenly. \'Paris, music, all that. You think you stole it from me, don\'t you? I can see it in your face. Well, I don\'t care, you stupid Preppie. Can\'t you accept that?\' \'No,\' I answered honestly. \'Then get out of here!\' she said angrily. \'I don\'t want you at my damn death-bed.\' \'OK, I accept it,\' I said. \'That\'s better. Now , will you do something for me?\' From somewhere inside me came this sudden, violent need to cry.  But I was strong. I was not going to cry. \'Mm,\' I said again. \'Will you please hold me, Oliver?\' I put my hand on her arm , oh God, she was so thin , and held it. \'No, Oliver,\' she said. \'Really hold me. Put your arms round me.\' Very, very carefully I got onto the bed and put my arms round her. \'Thanks, Ollie.\' Those were her last words.  Phil Cavilleri was waiting outside. \'Phil?\' I said softly. He looked up and I think he already knew. I walked over and put my hand on his arm. \'I won\'t cry,\' he said quietly. \'I\'m going to be strong for you. I promised Jenny.\' He touched my hand very gently. But I had to be alone. To feel the night air. To take a walk, perhaps. Downstairs, the entrance hall of the hospital was very calm and quiet. The only noise was the sound of my footsteps on the hard floor. \'Oliver.\' It was my father. Except for the woman at the desk, we were all alone there. I could not speak to him. I went straight towards the door. But in a moment he was out there, standing beside me. \'Oliver,\' he said. \'Why didn\'t you tell me?\' It was very cold. That was good, because I wanted to feel something. My father continued to speak to me, while I stood still and felt the cold wind on my face. \'I heard this evening. I jumped into the car at once.\' I was not wearing a coat. The cold was starting to make me ache. Good. Good. \'Oliver,\' said my father. \'I want to help.\' \'Jenny\'s dead,\' I told him. \'I\'m sorry,\' he said very softly. I don\'t know why I did it. But I repeated Jenny\'s words from long ago. \'Love means you never have to say you\'re sorry.\' Then I did something which I had never done in front of him before. My father put his arms round me, and I cried. Then I had to tell Phil Cavilleri. He did not cry or say anything."

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var $demotext="Sherlock Holmes Short Stories  Level 2    The Speckled Band    1   Helen\'s Story   At the time of this story, I was still living at my friend Sherlock Holmes\'s flat in Baker Street in London. Very early   one morning, a young woman, dressed in black, came to see us. She looked tired and unhappy, and her face was   very white. \'I\'m afraid! Afraid of death, Mr Holmes!\' she cried. \'Please help me! I\'m not thirty yet and look at my grey hair! I\'m so afraid!\'   \'Just sit down and tell us your story,\' said Holmes kindly.   \'My name is Helen Stoner,\' she began, \'and I live with my stepfather, Dr Grimesby Roylott, near a village in the   country. His family was once very rich, but they had no money when my stepfather was born. So he studied to be a   doctor, and went out to India. He met and married my mother there, when my sister Julia and I were very young. Our   father was dead, you see.\'   \'Your mother had some money, perhaps?\' asked Sherlock Holmes.   \'Oh yes, mother had a lot of money, so my stepfather wasn\'t poor any more.\'   \'Tell me more about him, Miss Stoner,\' said Holmes.   \'Well, he\'s a violent man. In India he once got angry with his Indian servant and killed him! He had to go to prison   because of that, and then we all came back to England. Mother died in an accident eight years ago. So my   stepfather got all her money, but if Julia or I marry, he must pay us £250 every year.\'   \'And now you live with him in the country,\' said Holmes.   \'Yes, but he stays at home and never sees anybody, Mr Holmes!\' answered Helen Stoner. \'He\'s more and more   violent now, and sometimes has fights with the people from the village. Everybody\'s afraid of him now, and they run   away when they see him. And they\'re also afraid of his Indian wild animals which   run freely around the garden. A friend sends them to him from India. And the animals are not the only wild things in   the garden; there are also gipsies. My stepfather likes these wild people, and they can come and go where they   like. Poor Julia and I had very unhappy lives. We had no servants. They always left because they were afraid of my   stepfather, and we had to do all the work in the house. Julia was only thirty when she died, and her hair was already   grey, like my hair now.\'   \'When did she die?\' asked Sherlock Holmes.   \'She died two years ago, and that\'s why I\'m here. We never met anybody in the country, but sometimes we visited   some of my family who live near London. There Julia met a young man who asked to marry her. My stepfather   agreed, but soon after this she died.\' Miss Stoner put her hand over her eyes and cried for a minute.   Sherlock Holmes was listening with his eyes closed, but now he opened them and looked at Helen Stoner.   \'Tell me everything about her death,\' he said.   \'I can remember it all very well. It was a terrible time!\' she answered. \'Our three bedrooms are all downstairs. First   there is my stepfather\'s room. Julia\'s room is next to his, and my room is next to Julia\'s. The rooms all have   windows on the garden side of the house, and doors which open into the corridor. One evening our stepfather was   smoking his strong Indian        cigarettes in his room. Julia couldn\'t sleep because she could smell them in her room, so she came into my room to   talk to me. Before she went back to bed, she said to me, \'Helen, have you ever heard a whistle in the middle of the   night?\'   I was surprised. \'No,\' I said.   \'It\'s strange,\' she said. \'Sometimes I hear a whistle, but I don\'t know where it comes from. Why don\'t you hear it?\'   I laughed and said, \'I sleep better than you do.\' So Julia went to her room, and locked the door after her.\'   \'Why did you lock your doors?\' asked Sherlock Holmes.   \'We were afraid of the wild animals, and the gipsies,\' she answered.   \'Please go on,\' said Holmes.   \'I couldn\'t sleep that night. It was a very stormy night, with a lot of wind and rain. Suddenly I heard a woman\'s   scream. It was my sister\'s voice. I ran into the corridor, and just then I heard a whistle, and a minute later the sound   of falling metal. I didn\'t know what it was. I ran to my sister\'s door. She opened it and fell to the ground. Her face was   white and afraid, and she was crying, \'Help me, help me, Helen, I\'m ill, I\'m dying! \' I put my arms around her, and   she cried out in a terrible voice: \'Helen! Oh my God, Helen! It was the band! The speckled band!\' She wanted to say   more, but she couldn\'t. I called my stepfather, who tried to  help her, but we could do nothing. And so my dear, dear sister died.\'   \'Are you sure about the whistle and the sound of falling metal?\' asked Holmes.   \'I think so,\' answered Helen. \'But it was a very wild, stormy night. Perhaps I made a mistake. The police couldn\'t   understand why my sister died. Her door was locked and nobody could get into her room. They didn\'t find any   poison in her body. And what was \'the speckled band\'? Gipsies wear something like that round their necks. I think   she died because she was so afraid, but I don\'t know what she was afraid of. Perhaps it was the gipsies. What do   you think, Mr Holmes?\'     Holmes thought for a minute. \'Hmm,\' he said.  \'That is a difficult question. But please go on.\'  \'That was two years ago,\' Helen Stoner said. \'I have  been very lonely without my sister, but a month ago a  dear friend asked me to marry him. My stepfather has  agreed, and so we\'re going to marry soon. But two  days ago I had to move to my sister\'s old bedroom,  because some men are mending my bedroom wall, and  last night I heard that whistle again! I ran out of the  house immediately and came to London to ask for  your help. Please help me, Mr Holmes! I don\'t want to  die like Julia!\'  \'We must move fast,\' said Holmes. \'If we go to your  house today, can we look at these rooms? But your  stepfather must not know.\'  \'He\'s in London today, so he won\'t see you. Oh  thank you, Mr Holmes, I feel better already.\'  Holmes and Watson Visit the House  Holmes went out for the morning, but he came back a\'  lunch time. We then went by train into the country,  and took a taxi to Dr Roylott\'s house. \'You see,\' said  Holmes to me, \'our dangerous friend Roylott needs the  girls\' money, because he only has £pound;750 a year from his  dead wife. I found that out this morning. But the  gipsies, the whistle, the band - they are more difficult  to understand, but I think I have an answer.\'  When we arrived, Helen Stoner showed us the three  bedrooms. We saw her room first.  \'Why are they mending your bedroom wall?\' asked  Holmes. \'There\'s nothing wrong with it.\'  \'You\'re right;\' she said. \'I think it was a plan to  move me into my sister\'s room.\'  \'Yes,\' said Holmes. We went into Julia\'s room, and  Holmes looked at the windows carefully.  \'Nobody could come in from outside,\' he said. Then  he looked round the room. \'Why is that bell rope  there, just over the bed?\'  \'My stepfather put it there two years ago. It\'s for  calling a servant, but Julia and I never used it because we didn\'t have any servants. He also put in that air vent on the wall between his room and this one. Holmes pulled the rope. \'But it doesn\'t work,\' he said. \'How strange! And its just over the air vent. That is also interesting. Why have an air vent on an inside wall? Air vents are usually on outside walls.  The we went into Dr Roylott\'s room. Holmes saw a large metal box near the wall. \'My stepfather keeps business papers in there\' said Helen. \'Does he keep a cat in there too?\' asked Holmes. \'Look!\' There was some milk on a plate on top of the box. \'Now Miss Stoner,\' he said, \'I think your life is in danger. Tonight my friend Watson and I must spend the night in your sister\'s room, where are you sleeping at the moment?\' Helen Stoner and I looked at him in surprise. \'Yes we must,\' he went on. \'We\'ll take a room in a hotel in the village. When your stepfather goes to bed, put a light in your sister\'s bedroom window. We\'ll wait for the sound of the whistle and the falling metal.\' \'How did my sister die, Mr Holmes? Do you know? Please tell me!\' said Helen. She put her hand on Sherlock Holmes\'s arm.   \'I must find out more before I tell you, Miss Stoner. Now goodbye, and don\'t be afraid,\' replied Sherlock Holmes.   We walked to the village, and Holmes said to me, \'Tonight will be dangerous, Watson. Roylott  is a very violent man.\'   \'But if I can help, Holmes, I shall come with you,\' I said.   \'Thank you, Watson. I\'ll need your help. Did you see the bell rope, and the air vent? I knew about the air vent before   we came. Of course there is a hole between the two rooms. That explains why Helen\'s sister could smell Dr   Roylott\'s cigarette.\'   \'My dear Holmes! How clever of you!\' I cried.   \'And did you see the bed? It\'s fixed to the floor. She can\'t move it. It must stay under the rope, which is near the air vent.\'   \'Holmes!\' I cried. \'I begin to understand! What a terrible crime!\'   \'Yes, this doctor is a very clever man. But we can stop him, I think, Watson.\'    3   Death in the Night   That night we went back to the house. When we saw Helen Stoner\'s light, Holmes and I got in quietly through the   window. Then we waited silently in the middle bedroom in the dark. We waited for three hours and did not move.   Suddenly we saw a light and heard a sound from Dr Roylott\'s room. But nothing happened, and again we waited in   the dark. Then there was another sound, a very quiet sound . . . Immediately Holmes jumped up and hit the bell rope   hard.   \'Can you see it, Watson?\' he shouted. But I saw nothing. There was a quiet whistle. We both looked up at the air vent, and suddenly we heard a terrible cry in the next room. Then the house was silent again.      What does it mean ?\' I asked. My voice was shaking. It s finished, answered Holmes. \'Let\'s go and see.\'   We went into Dr Roylott\'s room. The metal box was open. Roylott was sitting on a chair, and his eyes were fixed on the air vent. Round his head was a strange  yellow speckled band. He was dead.   \'The band! The speckled band!\' said Holmes very quietly. The band moved and began to turn its head. \'Be careful, Watson! It\'s a snake, an Indian snake  its poison can kill very quickly,\' Holmes cried. Roylott died immediately. We must put the snake back in its box.\' Very, very carefully, Holmes took the snake and threw it into the metal box.    \'But how did you know about the snake, Holmes?\' I asked.   \'At first, Watson, I thought that it was the gipsies. But then I understood. I thought that perhaps something came   through the air vent, down the bell rope and on to the bed. Then there was the milk - and of course, snakes drink   milk. It was easy for the Doctor to get Indian animals. And because he was a doctor, he knew that this snake\'s   poison is difficult to find in a dead body. So every night he put the snake through the air vent, and it went down the   bell rope on to the bed. Of course, nobody must see the snake, so every night he whistled to call it back. The sound   of metal falling was the door of the metal box, which was the snake\'s home. Perhaps the snake came through the   air vent many times before it killed Julia. But in the end it killed her. And Helen, too, nearly died because of this   snake.   \'But tonight, when I hit the snake on the rope, it was angry and went back through the air vent. And so it killed the   Doctor. I\'m not sorry about that.\'   Soon after this Helen Stoner married her young man and tried to forget the terrible deaths of her sister and   stepfather. But she never really forgot the speckled band.      A Scandal in Bohemia   1   The King\'s Mistake   For Sherlock Holmes, there was only one woman in the world. He did not love her, because he never loved women.   But after their meeting he never forgot her. Her name was Irene Adler.   One night in March I visited my old friend at his home in Baker Street. I was married by now, so I did not often see   him.   \'Come in, Watson,\' he said. \'Sit down. I\'m happy to see you, because I\'ve got something to show you. What do you   think of this? It arrived in the last post.\' It was a letter, with no date, name or address. It said:   \'Tonight someone will visit you, to talk about some very secret business. You have helped other important people,   and you can, we hope, help us. Be in your room at 7.45 p.m.\'   \'The paper - what do you think about the paper?\' asked Holmes.   I tried to think like Holmes. \'It\'s expensive, so this person is rich. It\'s strange paper.\'   \'Yes, it\'s not English. If you look at it in the light you can see that it was made in Bohemia. And a German, I think,   wrote the letter. Ah, here comes our   man now.\' We could hear the horses in the street.   \'Shall I leave, Holmes?\' I asked.   \'No, no, I need your help. This will be interesting,\' my friend answered. There was a knock at the door.   \'Come in!\' called Holmes.   A tall, strong man came into the room. He was wearing expensive clothes, and a mask over his face.   \'You can call me Count von Kramm. I come from Bohemia,\' he said. \'My business is most important. Before I tell   you about it, do you agree to keep it a secret?\'   \'I do,\' we said together.   \'A very important person, who belongs to a royal family, has sent me to ask for your help,\' he went on. \'I wear a   mask because nobody must know who that person is. I must explain how important this business is. If you cannot   help, there will be difficulty and trouble for one of the most important families in Europe - and perhaps a very big   scandal. I am talking about the famous House of Ormstein, Kings of   Bohemia.\'   \'I know, Your Majesty,\' said Holmes. He quietly smoked his cigarette.   The man jumped up from his chair, \'What!\' he cried. \'How do you know who I am?\' Then he pulled the mask off his   face and threw it on the ground. \'You are right. Why do I hide it? I am the King. I am Wilhelm van Ormstein, King of   Bohemia. I came to see you myself because I could not ask another person to tell  my story. It must be a secret. You understand?\'  \'Very well. Go on,\' said Holmes. He closed his eyes  and listened.  \'Five years ago I met a woman called Irene Adler.  We . . .\'  \'Ah,\' said Holmes, \'Irene Adler, born in 1850,  singer, lives in London, a very beautiful woman,  I hear . . .\' He looked at the King. \'You and she . . . You  loved her, for a while, and then left her. But before you  left her, you wrote her some letters perhaps. And now  you want to get these letters back.\'  \'That\'s right.\'  \'Did you marry her?\'  \'No.\'  \'If she asks you for money and shows you the letters,  you can say that you didn\'t write them.\'  \'But Mr Holmes, she also has my photograph.\'  \'You can say that you didn\'t give her a photograph.\'  \'We were both in the photograph.\'  \'Oh dear. That was a mistake, Your Majesty.\'  \'I know. I was stupid . . . but I was very young!\'  \'You must get the photograph back. Can you steal it  from her house?\'  \'I have tried five times but my men couldn\'t find it.  What can I do?\'  Holmes laughed. \'This is very interesting. What does  she plan to do with the photograph?\'   \'Soon I am going to marry Clotilde Lothman von Saxe-Meningen, daughter of the King of Scandinavia. You know, of   course, that we are two of the most important royal families in Europe. Clotilde will never marry me if she learns that   I have been a . . . friend of Irene Adler. You do not know Irene Adler. She\'s a beautiful woman, but she can be as   hard as a man. She was angry when I left her, and so she doesn\'t want me to marry another woman. I know that she   will send this photograph to the Saxe-Meningen family, and then there will be a terrible scandal. We must find the   photograph before she sends it!\'   \'I am sure that we will find it,\' said Holmes. \'You are, of course, staying in London? I will write to you to tell you what   happens. And, the money . . .?\'   The King put a large heavy bag on the table. \'I must have that photograph,\' he said. \'There is one thousand pounds   here. If you need more, you must ask at once. The money is not important.\'   \'And the young woman\'s address?\' asked Holmes.   \'Briony Lodge, Serpentine Avenue, St John\'s Wood, London.\'    \'Good night, Your Majesty,\' said Holmes. \'I hope to have some good news for you soon.\' The King left, and Holmes  turned to me. \'And good night, Watson. Please come back tomorrow at three o\'clock in the afternoon.\'    2   A Servant Finds Out   When I arrived the next day, Holmes was not there, so I waited in his room. At four o\'clock the door opened, and a   very strange servant came in. He wore old, dirty clothes, and I had to look very hard before I saw that it was my old   friend.   \'Holmes!\' I cried. \'Where have you been?\'   \'I\'ve had a very good day,\' he replied with a smile. \'I\'ve been outside Miss Irene Adler\'s house. Servants are always   happy to talk, and so I have heard a lot about the young woman. For example, she has a good looking man friend   called Godfrey Norton, a lawyer, who often visits her. Now why? If he\'s her lawyer, perhaps she\'s already given him   the photograph. But if he loves her, she won\'t show him the photograph.\'   \'Most interesting, Holmes!\' I said.   \'While I was there, Mr Norton himself suddenly arrived. I watched them through the windows. When he left, he   jumped into a taxi. \'To the church of St Monica, as fast as you can!\' he shouted. Two minutes later Miss Adler ran   out of her house, jumped into another taxi and called, \'To the church of St Monica, quickly!\' I couldn\'t miss this,   Watson, so I jumped into a third taxi. When I arrived, I went into the church. Godfrey Norton looked round and saw   me.      \'Thank God!\' he shouted. \'Come here quickly!\' \'Why?\' I asked. \'Come on, man, we need you!\' And so I helped   Godfrey Norton to marry Irene Adler. They needed a witness, and a servant from the street was better than nobody.\'   \'So she\'s married him! What shall we do now?\' I asked.   \'Well, tonight, my dear Watson, I need your help. Will you do what I ask? Without questions?\'   \'Of course, Holmes, if you think that it\'s important,\' I answered.   \'Later, we\'ll go to Briony Lodge. Irene Adler, or Irene Norton, will arrive home at seven o\'clock, and she will ask me to   go into the house. You must wait outside near the sitting room window, and when it opens, watch me inside. When I   hold up my hand, throw this thing into the room and shout \'Fire!\'    I took the small thing out of his hand. \'What is it, Holmes?\' I asked.   \'It\'s a smoke stick. The room will very quickly be full of smoke. After that, wait for me at the corner of the street.\'   \'Right, I\'ll do what you want,\' I said.      3   \'Fire!\'   That evening Holmes again wore different clothes, and a large, black hat. But it was not just the clothes that were   different. He changed his face, his hair everything. He was a different man.   We walked together to Serpentine Avenue. Outside the house there were a lot of people who were smoking, laughing   and talking. Holmes and I walked up and down in front of the house.   \'You see,\' said Holmes to me, \'I think she doesn\'t want her new husband to see the photograph. But where is it? At   her bank? No. Women like to keep important things themselves. I\'m sure it\'s in her house.\'   \'But the King\'s men tried to find it!\' I said.   \'Yes, but they didn\'t know where to look!\' said Holmes.   \'But how will you know?\' I asked.   \'I won\'t look. She\'ll show me. She\'ll have to.\'   Just then a taxi arrived. One of the men in the street ran to open the door, then another man pushed him. Other men   were also pushing and shouting, and a fight began. Irene Norton was in the middle of it, but Sherlock Holmes ran to   help her. Then suddenly he fell to the ground, with blood running down his face. Irene Norton hurried to her front door,   but she looked back.   \'How kind of him to help me! Is the poor man hurt?\' she called.   \'He\'s dead,\' cried some voices.   \'No, he\'s only hurt,\' cried others.   \'Bring him into the sitting room,\' she said.   Some people carried Holmes into the house. I waited outside the window and watched. I saw how beautiful Irene   Norton was. Then Holmes put up his hand, and I threw the smoke stick into the room. Immediately the people in the   street and in the house all began to shout \'Fire!\' very loudly. The house was full of smoke. I     walked away, and ten minutes later Holmes came to  meet me.  \'Well done, Watson,\' he said.  \'Have you got the photograph?\' I asked.  \'I know where it is. She showed me,\' he answered.  \'But why did she show you?\'  \'It\'s easy,\' he said, and laughed. \'You saw all those  people in the street? I paid them to help us. It wasn\'t a  real fight and the blood wasn\'t real. When people  shout \'Fire!\', a woman runs to the most important  thing in her house, her baby, her gold, or ... a  photograph. Mrs Norton ran to find her photograph,  which is in a cupboard in the sitting room. I saw it. But  I did not take it. Tomorrow we will go to her house  with the King. We\'ll go very early, before she gets up.  The King himself can take the photograph from the  cupboard. And then we\'ll go.\'  While Holmes was talking, we were walking home  to Baker Street. When we arrived at my friend\'s house,  a young man hurried past us, and said: \'Good night,  Mr Sherlock Holmes.\'  \'I\'ve heard that voice before,\' said Holmes to me. He  looked down the street. \'But who was it?\'    4  A Photograph  The next day we went to Irene Norton\'s house, with  the King. An old servant opened the door. \'Mr  Sherlock Holmes?\' she asked, and smiled.  \'Yes,\' said my friend. He looked very surprised.  \'Mrs Irene Norton and her husband left England this  morning. They will never come back to this country.\'  \'What?\' cried Holmes, his face white and angry.  \'And what about the photograph?\' cried the King.  We all hurried into the sitting room. Holmes ran to  the cupboard and opened it. Inside was a photograph,      not of Irene Adler and the King, but of the beautiful Irene alone. There was also a letter for Sherlock Holmes. We all   read it together.   My dear Mr Sherlock Holmes,   You did it very well. I thought that it was a real fire, and that you were just a kind old man. But after I opened the   cupboard, I began to think. I knew about the famous Sherlock Holmes. I knew your address, and I knew that the   King asked you to find the photograph. So I quickly dressed as a young man and followed you home to Baker   Street. I wanted to find out if you really were Sherlock Holmes. I said \'good night\' to you outside your door!   My husband and I have decided to leave England. Please tell the King that I shall not show the photograph to   anybody. I love my husband and he loves me. And he is a better man than the King. But here is a different   photograph. And the King can keep this photograph, if he likes. Irene Norton   \'What a woman!\' cried the King. \'Why didn\'t I marry her! What a woman!\'   \'A very, very clever woman,\' said Sherlock Holmes coldly. \'I am sorry, Your Majesty, that this business has not   finished well.\'   \'No, no,\' said the King. \'She writes that she will never show the photograph to anybody. I need nothing   more than her word. There is no danger for me now. How can I thank you, dear Mr Holmes?\'   \'I would like just one thing, Your Majesty.\'   \'Tell me at once what it is,\' said the King.   \'This photograph.\'   The King looked at him in surprise. \'Irene\'s photograph?\' he cried. \'But of course. It is yours.\'   And so there was no terrible scandal in the royal families of Europe. And Sherlock Holmes still has the photograph   of the woman who was cleverer than he was.      The Five Orange Pips   1   The Story of Uncle Elias   In September 1887 my wife was visiting some of her family, so I was staying with my old friend Sherlock Holmes in   Baker Street. It was a windy, stormy evening, and the rain was falling heavily outside. Suddenly there was a knock   at the door.   I looked at my friend in surprise. \'Who can this be?\' I asked.   \'If he comes on business in this weather, it\'s important,\' said Sherlock Holmes. \'Come in!\' he called.   A young man came in. He looked wet, tired and worried. \'I\'ve come to ask for help,\' he said. \'I\'ve heard of you, Mr   Holmes. People say you know everything. I don\'t know what to do.\'   \'Well, sit down,\' said Holmes, \'and tell me about yourself.\'   The young man sat down, and put his wet feet near   the fire. \'My name is John Openshaw. My father, Joseph, had a brother, my uncle Elias, who went to live in America   when he was young. He made a lot of money there. He didn\'t like the black Americans, so during the Civil War he   fought against the men from   the North, and with those from the South. But when the South lost the war, and there was equality for black people,   Uncle Elias left America. So in 1869 he came back to England and went to live in a large house in the country. He   was a strange, unhappy man.   \'He did not want any friends,\' John Openshaw went on, \'and he often drank a lot. But he liked me, and when I was   twelve, I moved to Uncle Elias\'s house. He was very kind to me. I could go anywhere in the house. But there was   one small room at the top of the house which was always locked. Nobody could go into this room.   \'One day Uncle Elias got a letter from Pondicherry in India. \'I don\'t know anyone in Pondicherry!\' he said, but when   he opened the envelope, five little orange pips fell on to his plate. I began to laugh but stopped when I saw my   uncle\'s white face.   \'K.K.K.!\' he cried. \'Oh my God, my God, they\'ve found me!\'   \'What do you mean, uncle?\' I asked.   \'Death!\' he cried, and ran upstairs.   \'I looked at the envelope, which had three Ks on the back. There was no letter. Who sent it? And why was my uncle   so afraid?   \'Uncle Elias went immediately to the secret room and took out a box which also had three Ks on it. He burnt all the   papers in the box, and said to me, \'John, I know that I\'m going to die soon. My brother, your      father, will have all my money and my house after my death, and you will have it all when he dies. I hope you can   enjoy it, but if not, give it to your worst enemy. I\'m afraid that my money brings death with it.\'   \'I didn\'t understand what he meant, and nothing happened for a few weeks, so I did not feel so worried. But my uncle   was very afraid. He stayed in his room most of the time, and drank more than before. He always locked all the doors   carefully. Then one night he drank very heavily and ran wildly out of the house, and in the morning we found him dead   in a river. The police said he killed himself, but I knew he was afraid to die, so I didn\'t think that was true.\'   Holmes stopped the young man for a minute. \'Tell me,\' he said. \'When did your uncle get the letter from India, and   when did he die?\'   \'The letter arrived on 10th March 1883, and he died seven weeks later,\' answered John Openshaw.   \'Thank you. Please go on,\' said Holmes.   \'After my uncle\'s death, my father moved into the house. Of course I asked him to look carefully at the locked room,   but we didn\'t find anything important.\'    2   More Pips   \'Everything went well until a year later,\' said John Openshaw. \'But one morning my father opened a letter to find five   orange pips inside it. \'What does this mean, John?\' he asked. His face was white.      \'Look!\' I said. \'There\'s K.K.K. on the envelope. Those letters were on Uncle Elias\'s envelope too!\' We were both   shaking and afraid.   \'Yes, and this time it says \'Put the papers in the garden\'.\'   \'Which papers? The papers in Uncle Elias\'s box? He burnt them! \' I said.   \'And where has this letter come from?\' my father said. He looked at the envelope. \'Dundee, Scotland. Well, I don\'t   know anything about pips or papers. I\'m not going to do anything.\'   \'Father, you must tell the police,\' I said. I remembered my uncle\'s letter from India, and I was very worried.   \'No, they\'ll laugh at me. Let\'s just forget about it,\' he replied.   \'Three days later my poor father went to visit an old friend who lived some miles away. But he never came back. The   police said that he was walking home in the dark when he fell down a hill. He was badly hurt, and he died soon after.   They decided it was an accident, but I didn\'t agree. I thought it was murder, and I could not forget the five orange   pips and the strange letters to my uncle and my father.   \'But I\'ve tried to forget, and I\'ve lived alone in that house for nearly three years now. Then yesterday I got this.\'   The young man showed us an envelope with K.K.K.   On the back, and five small orange pips. \'You see?\' he said. \'It comes from East London, and it says \'Put the   papers in the garden\'. Those are the words that were in the letter to my father.\'    \'So what did you do next?\' asked Holmes.     \'Nothing,\' answered Openshaw. He put his head in   his hands. \'I don\'t know what to do. I\'m afraid.\'   \'Nothing?\' cried Holmes. \'Young man, you must do something fast. You\'re in danger!\'   \'Well, I\'ve talked to the police,\' said Openshaw unhappily. \'But they laughed at me. They think that there\'s nothing to   worry about.\'   \'How stupid they are!\' cried Holmes. \'And why didn\'t you come to me immediately? Your enemies have had almost   two days to make a plan. Haven\'t you found anything which will help us?\'   \'Well, I found this in the locked room,\' said John Openshaw. He showed us a small, half burnt piece of paper. \'It was   with my uncle\'s papers. It\'s his writing. Look, it says:   March 7th 1869 Sent the pips to three people, Brown, Robinson and Williams.   March 9th Brown left.   March 10th Williams left.   March 12th Visited Robinson and finished business   with him.   \'Thank you,\' said Sherlock Holmes. \'And now you      must hurry home. Put this paper into your uncle\'s box, put in a letter which says that your uncle burnt all the other   papers, and put the box outside in the garden. I hope your enemies will be happy with that, and then you won\'t be in   danger any more. How are you going home?\'   \'By train from Waterloo station,\' replied Openshaw.   \'There\'ll be a lot of people in the streets, so I think that you\'ll be all right. But be careful.\'   \'Thank you, Mr Holmes,\' said Openshaw. \'I\'ll do everything you say.\' He went out into the dark night, the wind and   the rain.   3   K.K.K.   Sherlock Holmes sat silently, and watched the fire. Then he said to me, \'John Openshaw is in real danger. Why did   his Uncle Elias have to leave America ? Because he had enemies. When he came back to England he was afraid.   That\'s why he lived a lonely life and locked all his doors so carefully. Now where did those letters come from? Did   you see?\'   \'The first from Pondicherry in India, the second from Dundee in Scotland and the third from East London,\' I answered.   \'Does that tell you anything?\' asked Holmes.   \'They\'re all sea ports. The writer was on a ship when he wrote the letters,\' I replied. I was pleased with my answer.   \'Very good, Watson,\' said Holmes. \'Somebody sent some pips from India, and arrived seven weeks later to kill Uncle   Elias. Then he sent some pips from Scotland and arrived three days later to kill John\'s father. Do you see why I\'m   worried now? He has sent pips to      John from London! John\'s enemy is in London already!\'   \'Good God, Holmes!\' I cried. \'Who is this man?\'   \'More than one man, I think. They belong to the Ku Klux Klan. That explains the \'K.K.K.\'. Haven\'t you ever heard of   it? It\'s a very secret group of Americans from the South. They wanted to stop equality for black people and to kill   anyone who didn\'t agree with them. The police couldn\'t stop them. But in 1869 Uncle Elias, who belonged to this   secret group, suddenly left America with all their papers, and so the group could not go on. Of course the group   wanted to get the papers back. You remember the half burnt paper? That was Uncle Elias\'s American diary. While   he was working for the K.K.K., he sent the pips to frighten those three men. Two left the country, but one didn\'t, so   the K.K.K. \'finished business with him\', or killed him. The K.K.K. always worked like that.\'   \'Well, I hope they won\'t kill young Openshaw,\' I said.   4   The Last Deaths   But they did. The next morning we read in the      newspaper that John Openshaw was dead. A policeman found him in the river near Waterloo station. The   police said it was an accident, but Holmes was very angry about it.   \'He came to me for help and those men murdered him! I\'m going to find them, if it\'s the last thing I do!\' he said to me,   and he hurried out of the house.   In the evening, when he came back to Baker Street, he was tired, but pleased. \'Watson!\' he said, \'I know the names   of Openshaw\'s enemies! And now I\'m going to send them a surprise! This will frighten them!\' He      took five pips from an orange and put them in an envelope. On it he wrote \'S.H. for J.C.\'   \'I\'m sending the pips, not from the K.K.K., but from me, Sherlock Holmes, to Captain James Calhoun. His ship is   called the Star. He and his men are sailing back to Georgia, USA, now.\'   \'How did you find him, Holmes?\' I asked.   \'Ship\'s papers,\' he said. \'I\'ve looked at hundreds of them today. Only one ship, the Star, was in the three ports at the   right times, and this morning the Star left London to sail back to Georgia. I found out that the captain and two of his   men, all Americans, weren\'t on the ship last night, so I\'m sure they killed poor John Openshaw. When they arrive in   America, they\'ll get the pips and then the police will catch them!\'   Sherlock Holmes is a very clever detective, but he can do nothing about the weather. The winter storms at sea that   year were worse than ever, and so the Star never arrived in Georgia, and nobody saw the captain or his men again.  The murderers of John Openshaw did not get the pips, but, in the end, death came to them.   My sister\'s face was white and afraid, and she was crying. Does your stepfather keep a cat in there too?\' asked Holmes. Now goodbye Miss Stoner and don\'t be afraid. Immediately Holmes jumped up and hit the bell rope hard. Round his head was a strange, yellow speckled band and he was dead. He was wearing expensive clothes and a mask. And so I helped Godfrey Norton to marry Irene Adler. A young man hurried past us, and said \'Good Night, Mr Sherlock Holmes.\' Then Holmes fell to the ground with blood running down his face. We read in the newspaper that John Openshaw was dead. Sherlock Holmes sat silently and watched the fire. What does this mean, John?\' my father asked. Very early one morning a young woman dressed in black came to see us."

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