THE OPEN WINDOW (after H. Munro)“My

THE OPEN WINDOW (after H. Munro)
“My aunt will come down in a few minutes, Mr Nuttel,” said a girl of fifteen, showing him into the sitting-room. Mr Nuttel was a young painter who had recently had a nervous breakdown. The doctors had told him that he should go away for a holiday. They warned him, however, against crowded resorts and recommended a complete rest in a quiet country-place. So here he was, in a little village, with letters of introduction from his sister to some of the people she knew.
“Some of the people there are quite nice," his sister had said to him. "1 advise you to call on Mrs Sappleton as so on as you arrive. } owe the wonderful holiday I had to her.”
"Do you know many of the people round here?” as ked the girl when "they were sitting comfortably on the sofa.
“No, I’m afraid I don’t," answered Mr Nuttel. “I’ve never been here before. My sister stayed here four years ago, you know, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here.”
“Then you know nothing about my aunt, do you?” asked the girl.
"Only her name and address,” said the visitor.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child.
“Her tragedy?” asked Mr Nuttel.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on вп October afternoon,” went on the girl, pointing to a Large French window.
“It’s quite warm for this time of year,” said Mr Nut- tfc!. “But has that window anything to do with the tra gedy?’
“Exactly three years ago my aunt’s husband and her two young brothers walked out through that window. They went shooting and never came back. When they were cros sing the river their boat probably turned over and they were all drowned. Their bodies were never found. That was the most horrible part of the tragedy.” Here the girl stopped. There were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her pocket. “Three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it’s quite dark. Poor dear aunt, she can’t understand that they’ve left for ever. She’s crowing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. Don’t be surprised at anything she says or does: she will start telling you all over again how they went out — her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing ‘Bertie, why don’t you come?...’ as she once told me. You know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, 1 almost get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again.’’ The young girl finished her sad story. There was a long pause, and Mr Nut- tel was glad when Mrs Sappleton at last entered the room. .
“I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but I hope my niece has entertained you well."
“Yes, she’s been very amusing,” said Mr Nuttel.
“D’you mind the open window?” asked Mrs Sappleton. “My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting. After what Mr Nut tel had just heard, he looked worried.
“The doctors told me,” he said, trying to change the subject, “to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous.”
“Did they?” said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. She never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:
“Here they are at last! Just in time for tea. How tired they look.”
Mr Nuttel looked at the girl and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog w’as following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. “Bertie, why don’t you come?”
Mr Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad.
“Here we are, my dear,” said Mrs Sappleton’s husband, coming in through the window. “We’ve enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? Who is he?”
“A very strange young man, called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He didn’t say a single interes ting thing. I don’t understand why he ran out that way without saying good-bye,” said his wife.
“I think it was the dog,” said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug grave, where he had to spend the night. Since then he has always been afraid of dogs.”
She was very good at inventing stories and did it artis tically.

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The WINDOW the OPEN THE (the after of H. Munro)
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" Her Tragedy? "Asked by Mr Nuttel.
" You may Wonder why we the keep That window wide open on the EP afternoon October, "Went on the girl, pointing to a Large French window.
" It's quite warm for the this time of year's, "Said by Mr Nut- tfc !. "But That window has anything to do with the tra Gedy? '
" Exactly a three years ago The up my aunt's husband and HER to two two young brothers Walked out through That window. They went shooting and never came back. When they were cros sing the river their boat probably turned over and they were all drowned. Their bodies were never found. That was the most horrible part of the tragedy. "Here the girl stopped. There were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her pocket. "Three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. That is why the window is kept open every evening till it's quite dark. Poor dear aunt, she can not understand that they've left for ever. She's crowing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. Do not be surprised at anything she says or does: she will start telling you all over again how they went out - her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing 'Bertie, why do not you come ? ... 'as she once told me . You know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, one almost get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again. '' The young girl finished her sad story. There was a long pause, and Mr Nut- tel was glad when Mrs Sappleton at last entered the room. .
"I of'm sorry I of'm late," she Said, "But I of hope up my niece has a well entertained you."
"Yes, she's Been very amusing," Said by Mr Nuttel.
"D'you yet Mind the open the window?" asked Mrs Sappleton. "My husband and brothers will soon be home from shooting and they always come into the house this way." And she went on speaking gaily about shooting . Of After what by Mr Nut tel HAD just Heard, he Looked are worried.
"Of The Doctors Told me," he Said, Trying to the change the are subject, "to have a the rest found here and to Avoid anything That Would the make me feel Nervous."
"Did for They ? "said Mrs Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what Mr Nuttel was saying. By never took HER She eyes off the window and the open Suddenly Cried out:
"Here for They are AT for last! Just in time for tea. For They look tired How. "
By Mr Nuttel Looked AT the girl and SAW That she WAS looking out through the open window with the horror in HER eyes. Mr Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat , looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. They all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. A tired brown dog w'as following them. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. "Of Bertie, why do not you have come?"
By Mr Nuttel Seized a His hat and ran out of the house like mad.
"Here we are, up my dear," Said of Mrs Sappleton's husband, coming in through the window. "We've enjoyed ourselves very much. I wonder what made that gentleman run out so quickly when we came up? He is the Who? "
" A very strange young the man, Called Nuttel. He could only talk about his illness. He did not say a single interes ting thing. Do not Understand I of why he ran out That way without Saying good-bye, "Said a His wife.
" I of of think IT WAS the dog, "Said the niece calmly. "He told me that he was afraid of dogs. Once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in India, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly-dug Grave, where clause he HAD to Spend the night loe. Since header the then he has the always Been Afraid of dogs. "
She WAS very good AT inventing stories and DID IT artis tically.

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the open window (after h. munro)my aunt will come down in a few minutes, mr. Nuttel, "said a girl of fifteen, showing him into the sitting room. mr. Nuttel was a young artists who had recently had a nervous breakdown. the doctors had told him that he should go away for a holiday. they warned him, however, against crowded resorts and recommended a complete rest in a quiet country place. so here he was, in a little village, with letters of introduction from his sister to some of the people she knew."some of the people there are very nice," his sister had said to him. " 1. advise you to call on mrs. Sappleton as so on as you arrive. } the holiday i had to go home. ""do you know many of the people round here? "as ked the girl when" they were sitting comfortably on the layout."no, i "m afraid i can"t," answered mr. Nuttel. "i"ve never been here before. my sister was here four years ago, you know, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of the people here. ""then you know nothing about my aunt, do you? "asked the girl."only her name and address," said the visitor."her great tragedy happened just three years ago," said the child."her tragedy? "asked mr. Nuttel."you may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an mp october afternoon," went on the girl, pointing to a large french window."it"s quite warm for this time of year," said mr. nut - tfc! . "but has that. anything to do with the tra gedy? ""exactly three years ago, my aunt"s husband and her two young brothers walked out through that window. clean law and never came back. when they were cros sing the river, the boat was turned over and they were all drowned. their bodies were never found. that was the most horrible part of the tragedy. "here the girl stopped. there were tears in her eyes and she drew a handkerchief out of her last. three years have passed, but my poor aunt still thinks that they will come back some day, they and the little brown dog that was drowned with them, and walk in through that window just as they always did. that is why the window is kept open every evening till it"s very dark. poor dear aunt, she can "t understand that they" ve left for ever. she"s crowing worse day by day, so let me give you some advice. don "t be a spare at anything she says or does, she will start telling you all over again how they went out, her husband, with his coat over his arm, and her youngest brother, singing" bertie, why don"t you come? ... "as she once told me. you know, sometimes, on quiet evenings like this, 1 we get a feeling that they will all walk in through that window, and the whole family will be gathered in here again. "" the young girl finished her sad story. there was a long pause, and mr. nut - as was glad when mrs. Sappleton at last entered the room. ."i "m sorry i" m late," she said, "but i hope my niece has entertained you well.""yes, she"s been very amusing," said mr. Nuttel.d "you mind the open window? "asked mrs. Sappleton. "my husband and brothers will soon be home from law and they always come into the house this way." and she went on speaking gaily about law. after what mr. nut like had just heard, he looked worried."the doctors told me," he said, trying to change the subject, "to have a rest here and to avoid anything that would make me feel nervous.""did they? "said mrs. Sappleton in a voice which showed that she was not at all interested in what mr. Nuttel was saying. she never took her eyes off the open window and suddenly cried out:"here they are at last! just in time for tea. how tired they look. "mr. Nuttel looked at the girl, and saw that she was looking out through the open window with horror in her eyes. mr. Nuttel turned round slowly in his seat, and looked in the same direction and saw three figures walking across the garden towards the window. they all carried guns and one of them had a coat over his shoulder. a tired brown dog w "as following. Noiselessly they approached the house, and then a young voice began to sing. "bertie, why don"t you come? "mr. Nuttel seized his hat and ran out of the house like mad."here we are, my dear," said mrs. Sappleton"s husband, coming in through the window. "we "ve enjoyed ourselves very much. i wonder what made that newly furnished run out so quickly when we came up? who is he? ""a very nice young man, called Nuttel. he could only talk about his illness. he didn"t say a single interes ting thing. i don"t understand why he ran out that way without saying good bye, "said his wife."i think it was the dog," said the niece calmly. " he told me that he was afraid of dogs. once when he was attacked by a pack of dogs somewhere in india, he was so frightened that he started running like mad, and finding himself in a cemetery, climbed down into a newly - salah grave, where he had to spend the night. since t