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My Aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,’ said a self-possessed young lady of fifteen. ‘In the meantime, you must put up with me.’

Framton Nuttel tried to make pleasant conversation while waiting for the Aunt. Privately, he doubted more than ever whether these formal visits on total strangers would help the nerve cure which he was supposed to be undergoing in this rural retreat.

‘I’ll just give you letters to all the people I know there,’ his sister had said. ‘Otherwise you’ll bury yourself and not speak to a soul and your nerves will be worse than ever from moping.’

‘Do you know many people around here?’ asked the niece.

‘Hardly a soul. My sister gave me letters of introduction to some people here.’

‘Then you know practically nothing about my Aunt?’ continued the self-possessed young lady.

‘Only her name and address,’ admitted the caller.

‘Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,’ said the child.

‘Her tragedy?’ asked Framton. Somehow, in this restful spot, tragedies seemed out of place.

‘You may wonder why we keep that window open so late in the year,’ said the niece, indicating a large French window that opened on a lawn. ‘Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. In crossing the moor, they were engulfed in a treacherous bog. Their bodies were never recovered.’

Here the child’s voice faltered. ‘Poor Aunt always thinks that they’ll come back someday, they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk in the window. That is why it is kept open every evening till dusk. She has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white waterproof coat over his arm. You know, sometimes on still evenings like this I get a creepy feeling that they will all walk in through that window —’

She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for keeping him waiting.

‘I hope you don’t mind the open window,’ she said. ‘My husband and brothers will be home directly from shooting and they always come in this way.’

She rattled on cheerfully about the prospects for duck shooting in the winter. Framton made a desperate effort to tum the talk to a less ghastly topic, conscious that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and that her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.

‘The doctors ordered me a complete rest from mental excitement and physical exercise,’ announced Framton, who imagined that everyone — even a complete stranger — was interested in his illness.

‘Oh?’ said Mrs Sappleton, vaguely. Then she suddenly brightened into attention — but not to what Framton was saying.

‘Here they are at last!’ she cried. ‘In time for tea, and muddy up to the eyes.’

Framton shivered slightly and turned towards the niece with a look intended to convey sympathetic understanding. The child was staring through the open window with dazed horror in her eyes. Framton swung round and looked in the same direction.

In the deepening twilight three figures were walking noiselessly across the lawn, a tired brown spaniel close at their heels. They all carried guns, and one had a white coat over his shoulders.

Framton grabbed his stick; the hall door and the gravel drive were dimly noted stages in his headlong retreat.

‘Here we are, my dear,’ said the bearer of the white mackintosh.

‘Who was that who bolted out as we came up?’

‘An extraordinary man, a Mr Nuttel,’ said Mrs Sappleton, ‘who could only talk about his illness, and dashed off without a word of apology when you arrived. One would think he had seen a ghost.’

‘I expect it was the spaniel,’ said the niece calmly. ‘He told me he had a horror of dogs. He was once hunted into a cemetery on the banks of the Ganges by a pack of stray dogs and had to spend the night in a newly-dug grave with the creatures snarling and foaming above him. Enough to make anyone lose his nerve.’
 
Ahem! You there, lowly laborer. You stand in the presence of a member of the illustrious Lawrence Clan. I have words for you. Please acknowledge the glory bestowed upon thee by the nobility, uhh... what comes next...? Oh, right! By solemnly kneeling to the ground with upmost sincerity. sigh Hold on, what did they always teach me...? "Whenever a dispute arises, protection of your family's prestige and dignity always takes precedence." Got it. Ahem! As a lowly commoner, you shall maintain absolute reverence when speaking with those under which you graciously toil. How dare you speak in such a manner? Hey — hey! Don't leave! Halt! Ugh, mark my words, vengeance will be mine!
 
The Future is Online​


As the world expands with a new generation of technological advancements, so does the era of education. Face-to-face learning has been the traditional form of education for years, however online learning is becoming more prevalent. Kendra Becker was a successful student who pursued her Bachelor’s degree in Business Administration digitally through the University of Iowa (Becker). She faced many obstacles like balancing being a full-time student, as well as, having a job which required 25-60 hours per week (Becker). She was able to finish the program, and worked several jobs while graduating free of debt (Becker). Becker says she, “found [that] many of [her] online course professors were great at communicating and always willing to help...” and found many “...career-focused courses incredibly beneficial to have in [her] last year as a college student as [she] prepared to start [her] career and enter the adult world of work” (Becker). Many people still prefer in-class learning as opposed to online education because they believe it does not meet the same standards or quality of learning. On the contrary online education is efficient, easy to manage, and just as engaging with many studies showing better performance. Online education not only teaches students the course material, it educates students on important life skills. Online education is an independent learning style which generates a mature environment for students transitioning into adulthood.
 
not gonna post it here cause y'all don't need to know where I live, but a PoGO map of my nearby park
 
If I was the Christian God I would be very offended. Because of all the things you could depict me as you chose an old white guy. Like, you could have depicted me as a hot woman. Or an animal headed dude like the Egyptians. Or a sentient tree ready to impart wisdom. But no. You chose an old white guy. I look like somebody's Grandfather who's constantly telling people war stories and exercises sometimes but not nearly enough to call it a routine. Come on man.
 
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