دانلود رمان انگلیسی “یتیم فقیر” – گونه‌ای از تعصب غرور

My kind, grey-haired nurse, Mrs. Oakley, led me to the doorway of my aunt’s morning-room, a bright space decorated in green and gold. “Here she is, madam.” She patted my back, urging me onwards, then retreated to the hall. With a bright smile, my aunt stood from her chair and beckoned. “Come here, Lizzy.” “Aunt Barton!” I rushed across the soft, floral carpet towards her but made a sudden stop. Moments earlier, my nurse had admonished me to give my aunt a proper greeting. She had reminded me, You are five years old now and no longer a baby. I dropped into a hurried curtsey. “Good day, Aunt Barton.” A pink glow lit my aunt’s fair skin, making her even more pretty than usual. “Very nice, my sweet girl, and good day to you, too. Now, may I have a hug?” She opened her arms, and I ran into her embrace. She lifted me, rocking us back and forth. No one else gave hugs like she did! Aunt Barton resumed her seat, placing me sideways upon her lap. Her bulging belly pressed against my hip. I stared at her swollen stomach. “When will the baby come?” “In a few more weeks, I think. Are you eager to meet him or her?” “Yes, I want another cousin to play with.” Her arm encircled my shoulder. “You are such a comfort to me, Lizzy. Although you are three months younger than Cassie, you are much more mature. You are kind and protective of her, like an ideal sister. And you are a fine playmate for Noah.” I could not help but grin. How I loved my aunt’s praise! “Ah!” Aunt Barton held still. “The baby is kicking. Here, give me your hand.” She pressed my palm to her swollen skin, and a tiny bubble of pressure pushed against me. “I felt the baby move!” I giggled. “He or she has been very active today.” Aunt Barton released my hand. “I have received a letter from your uncle Gardiner. When he stayed here at Christmastide, he spent a great deal of time with you. I believe you liked him very much.” I nodded and pictured my uncle Gardiner, a brown-haired young man with an agreeable face. He had joked with me, read to me, and even given me a fine doll.