Quiet Please - Clarissa

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1:08No, he was dead before the fire started. I've told you that a dozen times. No, I can't prove it, of course not. You just have to believe me. Take my word for it. I can't prove he was dead. You can't prove he wasn't. Anyway, what difference does it make? Now, I'm sorry. I can't hear you very well. Yes. Well, all right. Here's an old black shell of a house. The house that has lived too long. The house where the floors groaned and painted at night where the window shuddered at the gentlest touch of the wind. Her door latches suddenly gave up their grip and let the night come, snipping into the house to paw at your eyes and wake you to the other's silences that lay around you. He was never more in there. In a winter old house kept the fire going in a fireplace near old city room with her.

2:13The logs were scrawny and the draft was bad. And the flames seemed to grudge us their warmth so that we shivered all through the day. We're glad we're night came and we could escape to the major comfort of the drafty bedrooms. And in the summer there was a dampness about the place. The unhealthy clammyness drifted from the walls and stirred uneasily among the incense smells of decay that clung to the place. And I suppose you could call old hindsight a character. You said you didn't remember him? I don't remember him from the Ryan Lyme sometime in the early 70s. That would make him... let me see. How old is Ryan Lyme born? In the last eight, eight hundred and six months right in 1862. He was an old man but he never appeared old. You might have taken him from a vigorous man of sixty.

3:15His hair and his scraggly mustache with just black eyes suspected died then regularly. And his blue eyes seemed as keen as those of a boy of eighteen. And he'd never been away from the house for a single night used to say from the day he bought it and moved into it in 1888. Hello, old house man. Yes, I spent a very good day and nights in that house. What? I couldn't afford a better place to live. More people are not going to live in a haunted house if they can find another place you know. Yes, of course I heard it was haunted before I went there to live. You believe in the haunted houses? No, maybe to die, of course. Well, I agree it did look like a haunted house.

4:17I told you about the sounds in the night. I mean, I told you about some of the sounds in the night. Yes, of course there were better sounds. Well, please let me tell it my own way. Well, Clarissa, for instance. Clarissa in particular. Clarissa, how about everything else? I have lived there nearly a year. I once and I spent that first night alongside the fireplace. I remember he'd asked me to share a bottle of vent custard with him. We sat in front of the dingy little fire. There was a caracene lamp on the table. I once and his old black coat with a squeeze that were too short. He liked the wine in Jesse. Very much. Very much. I have not much left. This is from before the war of an eclipse. It's easier to get your seat right now. Well, it is almost till the last.

5:18You shouldn't be so generous with the night? No, no, good wine. Always spectacular. Many of the friends you drink at this hour. I don't know. Not from all the times. It's a super fire. And look down into the coldness. The images of the things pass. They drink wine and see the images go clearer. And it's good in the old age. You live here alone for a long time. You are for a long time. Long, long time. I'm used to it. Use to the lights and the little fire and the silence. Yes. This cold time of the night. I said, Rose. I thought I heard someone singing. So...

6:19Did you hear anything? This clarifying. What did you say? Classista. My daughter. Why didn't know you had a daughter? No thanks. Right. I haven't seen her around. No. What is she? Excuse me, honey. Forgive me, Jessie. She's a child. I do not wish you to be father-wise. She wouldn't bother me, honey. So my children. They're the most listy in the battle floor. One more for each of us, huh? Yes. Thank you, honey. Yes. Stop it. And I drank the last of the wine with the old man. And then I climbed the creaking stairs of the dreary little room, carrying the casting lamp in one hand and casting fabulous shadows on the peeling wallpaper. Seeing the ancient plush-covered rocking chair nodding away at me as I entered the room.

7:22As if a startled occupant had suddenly deserted at the sound of my footsteps on the stairs. And the cold spring rain, grinching the window-pains, the moment complains of the means of raptures of the old man. The present must be fumes of the wine I had dug it sweet away for a while when I'd grown up the lamp. The melody of our children's song flowed again across my mind as I lay there. My thoughts wandered to the only child that dwelt in my haunted house with the old man and the new come-students. I smothered myself in the dark. Now that's the question of the house being haunted, doesn't it? People have heard a little girl singing to herself in the night. Maybe not known, or a little girl lived here too. And that's the ghost. And that smiled again at superstitions. And another idol thought struck me. I wondered if it was a ghost.

8:22And I smiled again at superstitions. And another idol thought struck me. And I wondered if it was a child age. Ten or twelve years old, but sound of a voice. And somewhere in the back of my eyes, in my mind, I seem to remember the times that told me, that I may as life had died better. Well, was it the art of sentences that got left blank? Well, that would be 1906. That would be 42 years ago. Ten was a child of 10 or 12. But I'm not going to get mistaken. I would never see people who lie in the rain. Who are they?

9:24Well, you wanted the whole story. I'm telling it to you. In the morning, Heinz is working in his garden. And the early sun made the old house seem a little more cheerful, a little more livable. There's a tinge of green through the grave of the fields that surround the house. Heinz told me to sit around and I stood and watched him a long time. And I don't think he noticed how my eyes wandered at the windows of the old house, looking for a flash of color that might be a child's hair even. And how I listened for the sound of a young boy singing a little song, the children who danced so long ago in the bitches of Evium. I didn't even notice that I was humming a song under my breath. Certainly, don't you hear me? You're so fond of me. What? Oh, what a good song. That kid used to sing it while I was young. That's his French. He taught the song to call us a friend. Yeah, this is old song. How old is your daughter, Heinz?

10:24And how old? Oh, she's young. Physical? Oh, young. And your birthday? Yeah, copy. I found it on the stove. Did I hear something made it? Oh, did she? Yeah. That's a good thing right now, huh? Yes. Nice bowl, so. Ah, you don't need to keep the little girl outside of my account, Heinz. I like your girl. Oh, she bought by you. Oh, no, I've got a little sister back home. Oh, yeah. Miriam, she's 11. Can I get a size older, huh? Miriam's got a brush on her hair. Can I get a size back here? Yeah, yeah. I got a picture over here. Oh, yes. Oh, yeah. She's very pretty. I have a little picture after this. So that's too bad. I'll see you in the next one. Yeah? Yeah, sure. Hi. I shouldn't have let the film drop thin and there.

11:25Yet the old man felt that children should be kept away from the delts. That was his privilege, of course. And although I was often lonely for other companies, the old man, I was a dweller in his house. Naturally, something to his wishes. My work? No, I never left the place. My book? Well, I was writing a book. Well, not very sighting. Mathematics, I have some theories. No. The book is gone. Well, the fire. You remember? I could understand hides. I thought he obviously had a great respect for a man's work, especially a work of such a tradition. I must not be disturbed. I might stay in my room day and night with my slide rules and my profile paper and my broken flower pot full of shop and pencils. I was not to be disturbed. But not many times I wished for the happy sound of my little sister, Mary and scale after.

12:28One of myself, listening to the note of a little girl song that she used to sing. And that Clarissa note too. Finds? Mission Clarissa? Occasionally? I sometimes wish that I could have sang Clarissa to school. Yes, it was too bad you didn't? Mm, always there is never enough money or other schools. Public schools, I'd say. No, not for Clarissa's free schools. You know, I wondered. Ranga? Well, you know. You know, children were supposed to go to school. I'm surprised that the school authorities haven't been to see you about sending her. Departee? Oh, no. Not the police. But there are lies about schools. I mean, you might find yourself in trouble if they discover you have a daughter's school age. You better come here. They find out. Jackie, you will not tell them. Well, look to your mind, sir. You're not being fair to the child. Yes, you are. Really?

13:28I mean, sir. Have she ever been to school? I can't tell on the clock. Well, I have to. It's not in my business. But you're doing very serious harm. No, no, listen to me. I see. You don't tell anybody about them. Well, I don't know how it's. If they come and ask me. No, no. I tell you something. Well, Clarissa can't go to school. Well, I know. I told you it doesn't cost anything. You're just not back. Well, then? She's not back. Oh. Oh, I'm sorry, Heinz. Look, would you like to let me give you a little of my time and talk to some of the elements? Please, don't lie. I'd be glad to. No. Well, have it your way, Heinz. I don't mean to go to school on your third, but after all. The triumphs by HSC.

14:30I thank you, but no. All right? Forget it. The line couldn't forget it. A kind old man. He was kindly. It is Ryan C. Crest here. There was a recent social media trend which consisted of flying on a plane with no music, no movies, no entertainment. But a better trend would be going to chumbacaceno.com. It's like having a mini social casino in your pocket. Chumbacaceno has over 100 online casino style games all absolutely free. It's the most fun you can have online and on a plane. So grab your free welcome bonus now at chumbacaceno.com. Sponsored by Chumbacaceno. www.voidforprohibitedbylaw21 floss terms and conditions apply. Sick child who had never seen the inside of a school road was growing up to become. What? He had an ancient, mooring house. A house that had lived too long.

15:32How long were the father born 86 years ago? I learned at night in the darkness with the house, grumbling and complaining around me. I thought about the plight of the child. Sometimes I could hear a song following somewhere in the dankly susses of that crumbly house. And my thoughts revolved again about this mystery. Hines said she was not well. Hines wouldn't allow her to appear. Was Chloe some mischraping monster child that she must be? Panned up and never see the sun? Wish she... I'd be test mysteries of that guy. I love the good clean mysteries of that sissor and ordinate. A logarithm and anadilogrithm of the calculus and the grand old theorem devised by the ancients. But the fascinating mysteries of a human mind and a human behavior are alien to me.

16:35In my hate. And my thoughts crept further and further away from the ten numbers. His doubt and speculation about the child may hold my mind. Tell him how often I heard his sounds I thought. Sometimes close outside my door. And if when I opened the door, it was nothing. And old Hines grew more and more taciturn. He never spoke of his daughter. He seemed to have liked me by day and to disappear my night. What? The summer came then. In the fall. And winter. My look was going badly. And my thoughts wandered. I must leave this place I thought of. I found out this mystery. And again, I asked the old man that there was not something I might do for this. But that child was invisible, haunting voice. No, Jesse. There was nothing you could do. But Christmas is coming.

17:36What can I get at Christmas? No, why not, Jesse? What? My Her name. She died on the eve of Christmas. Well, but why? You know what's at the child? No. A little bit less because of the game. But to me, the thought of Christmas passing by, his child was unspeakable. I determined that the old man would do nothing about it, I would. You know, I had little money. And there was a little I could do. But I did come into the town here, and I found the toy for her. I found one I could afford. A little lamb. A little, really, white lamb with black buttons for eyes. And a blue shirt ribbon about its neck and a gay little blue flower. And it's mouth. By hung a little card about its neck that said, Merry Christmas to Clarissa. And I'm Christmas Eve. Hinds and I share in the last bottle of Vincosta doctor

18:37before the miserly little fire. And I gave him one of the handkerchiefs, my little sister Miriam, and sent me in. He gave me an old stone crib with a heavy puter top that he said came from Heidelberg. And we regretted that there was no creamy, ghostly, big, wild, or drink from it, wished each other happy Christmas. And then, in the night, I was awakened by a tiny sound. And only a week silently for a moment. And there was another sound. My hesitant footstep. And the wrestling at the dresser across the room coming. And I lay quietly and listened. Is that you, Clarissa?

19:42Is that you, Clarissa? Do you like it? Good. Happy Christmas. I'm sorry, that's all I could get you. But I hope you like it. And I've felt the touch of a tiny hand on my shoulder. And lips brushed my cheek. And the door closed. And the sound of your voice, in the little song, was happier now than I'd ever heard it. And so I knew at last that Clarissa was not a ghost

20:42but a living person. And I felt more at peace with myself as I realized that this was what had been plucking at the corners of my mind. I was happy now that I knew she really lived. But I was not living in the midst of fantasy. I had wondered what kinds would say. She was pretty mature about it. It was good to view Jesse. Good for what? To find the gift of Clarissa? Oh! Did you like it? Well, I'm glad. She asked me to say, I'm pushing to you. For the last day. But to say? I had this good. You're a kind person, Jesse. I wish you could have been more. We would just have found a rich gift. Never has she had such a thing. Is she going to have Christmas dinner with us? No. So. I had won a little victory in this conflict with the darkness.

21:45But I was to go no further. I asked Hynes about her Hynes answered shortly. Hynes suggested that a birthday gift might be in order to finally move her birthday. I proposed running the room, sister, and begging her for all of the room story books that Clarissa might read. Maybe she must stay alone from the rest of the house. Hynes did not reply. Everything was as if Hynes had always been so vulnerable and the Clarissa was not mentioned. But Hynes couldn't wait to bring her to this cold and windy again. The last world pelted against the windows and the whole house shivered. Hynes would have come back here in the night. Hynes would come over to hear her voice this time, but not be out of the bed and into the hall. I called her along. Clarissa! When I stepped back into my room, Hynes looked at the carousine map.

22:49I was only stepped out again toward the hallway. Hynes confronted me. But my husband said, I can't you hear her voice? Something's wrong, she said. I'll go back by no room, Jessie. But besides, don't give me Jessie. Go back now, Hynes. Listen to me. Something's up and wrong with that child. And I will take care of her, Jessie. Please, mother. There's no room. There'll be room. I'll take care of my own mind, Hynes. And... Where did I go? Where did I go? I reached to the door at once. It was locked on the outside. And I beat on it and stormed at it in the cold. But for once it helped. I screamed at the father, threatening every kind of vengeance on him. Till the last, I suddenly realized that I was being hysterically silly. In the silence, I could hear nothing but the moan of the wind around the rusty corners of the house. And the hiss of snowflakes against the window.

23:51First had down, shaken, bitter at myself fruit, giving way to such an outburst over a child crying in the night. And the last I laid out again. And in the frosty silence of the early dawn. I fell asleep. And when I awoke, I was later. And found my door unlocked again. Hynes was not to be found. Not that very not the next. I transferred the house opening doors calling him, calling Clarissa. But it was not a sound to answer me. I thought a little word had made a miserable fire. Hey, suppose I am, I don't remember any too well. And at night I went to bed. Till I shivering for hours, straining my ears for a sound.

24:52The sound of a child's song. The sound of the father's footsteps in the cold darkness. And it was morning of nearly morning. And growing fingers of morning plucking at the frost-drying windows. And I awoke to see Hynes standing beside my band. In the two days, he seemed to evade twenty years. He was an old, old, old band. He spoke to me. She had seen my friend. I wasn't that guy. No, no, much more. She had seen her. I don't die. What happens? It is finished. Now she has seen her. Hynes is full of evil. Here, let's look down. No, no, no. Help me. See? The case took place in school.

25:53You take it. Is she alright? Hi. Too late for me now. Go. Oh, it's this room. Do what is to be done. I lifted him to the bed. I bent over him. I listened to his heart. There was no sound. Hynes was dead. Yes, just as I told you before, he died. He died there in my room, yes. What? Oh, yes. In a little half light, I found the carousine lamp and I hid it. I took the key from the floor where he got it. No, I found the room very easily. It was at the far end of the hall. I called.

26:53Clarissa? Clarissa? Hynes, there was no answer. So I unlocked the door. And holding the light above my head, I walked over to the bed. And there lying on the bed, just in a uniform that might have come out of the tenio drawing an Alice in Wonderland. Clutching a little wooden lamp to her breast, there playing a tiny old woman with long white hair braided in the pigtails. Clarissa? And I knew why I hadn't heard the little song for two days. And so in the lamp, I walked out of my hand and the flame started making around it.

27:53Dry as dust, great breeze, and the fragile old oak and boards in the floor. I turned in the mouth house. Or what else? Was it a dude? The house had lived too long. And so I had the father and daughter who dwelt there. Quiet, please, for tonight was called Clarissa, and the man who spoke to you was Venice Chapel.

28:53And Hynes was played by Bruno Vic. Clarissa? My Peggy Stanley. As you were using for quiet, please. It's by Albert Bremmer. Now, word from my writing director, Willis Cooper. The characters in tonight's quiet plays are not a living that's dead. And then John Knight of these interesting conditions, because they're so of the invention of my own imagination and tentative represent nobody at all. Quiet, please, for next please. It's called 13 and 8. And so into next week of the same time. I am Clarissa, Venice Chapel. Quiet, please, comes to you from New York. This is the world's largest network, serving more than 400 and a few radio stations, initial broadcasting systems.

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