Capitolo 84
knows Bartholomew the God of Storrs. Neither I can say that way of signal him
it would give, or with that that wanting to say. But if I know my God that I believe
Your Minnie is sure with him to be the true God."
"Yeh? You are a good boy, Dominie", Mr. Hines told his/her emotionless
voice.
I took him/it house with me to sleep. But we didn't sleep. We smoked.
The funeral morning of Minnie Munn dawned in clear and fresh way. Any word came from
Bartholomew Storrs. I tried to find him/it, but without profit.
"We will go I cross with him", Mr. Hines quietly said.
As small and meaningless it seemed the acrid one of our small God as the little
mourners walked to on all four in him behind the body of Minnie Munn; the tomb stones it likes
small points on the earth that abounds, made smaller the darken
tenements, as if pits but an accident died in the enormous one, unhasting,
continuous sweep of the life, as perhaps it is indeed. Then the grandeur of
the funeral service that connects death to the immortality was before bodied
in the minister elderly voice is trembling, and from him the things that are
some life was made smaller to the nonexistence. But my uncomfortable mind it refused to be
limits from the words; it concerned Bartholomew Storrs, while being standing
surly, lean, inscrutable, close to the grave, its eyes lifted, and
waiting. Too well I knew for what he was waiting; his/her signal. Also, therefore it did
The Mr. Hines, lasts still, holes, were still impeccably still a tailor, and still
seizing himself/herself/itself to his/her lacquered reed and elegant, as he sustained few, broken
The Mr. Munn, very pathetic and decent in the full black, also to the gloves.
The sonorous beauty and the simplicity of the rite suddenly checked,
faltered. Bartholomew that Storrs is tilted on anxiously to the minister. The
poor old brain, kind, worn-out you/he/she was now groping in seed-obscurity,
through that the hit a cross-ray of memory. The trembling voice assumed
new trust, but the marrow of my backbone became frozen as me I felt the
secret badly fatally and confused words that have followed: