Capitolo 91
to the passion of men that you/they curse and crying women. But never of forehead to it had
some of their family felt young jellyfish of adult virility. Not even Mayme
McCartney. It inhaled him with mixed emotions, the most immediate of
what a desire was to laugh.
Accordingly her laughed. The intruder lifted a face of woeful, you/he/she gave her one
vague glance, and it regressed to his/her first laying. Mayme stopped to laugh.
You advanced and it put a friendly hand one of the hunchbacked shoulders.
"You console on, Friend", she said. "It the ai not as bad as you think that it is."
"It is worse", it swallowed a voice of choky. Then the head lifted again. "Who am
You?" it required.
"I am Your great sister", Mayme said reassuringly. "Says a feller around
it."
The answer was neither kind neither explanatory. "D--- n's sisters!" says
the bencher.
"Oh, tutt-_tutt_ and mischievous-little devil!" Reproached Mayme. "Someone his/her sister
puttin' the somethin' ended on small poor Willy?"
"My his/her own sister has." He was in that state of the seed-hysterical exhaustion
in that it seems revelation of the intimate troubles of one to the first comer
natural. "You has gone and you/he/she has arrested", he groaned.
Does her of Mayme it became serious and practical.
"That is different", it said her. "What is it secular?"
"Disposition? I don't know--"
"Which is its line? What is you/he/she made to be pinched?"
"Stealing. To the evening and special sale of the emporium."
"You are tellin' me! In the silks, huh?"
"What does it know him/it? My God! Is it already in the papers?"
"Has Your hair on, Friend. I work there, and I felt on that pinch.
You inflate the young gotten married lady. Says", she added, after a thoughtful break:
"did she has find somethin' the comin?'"
"Anything coming? As? Thing?"
"Is not mute. A child."
He fixed. You was looking at him with unperturbed frankness. Those that
lives in the closing, the raw intimacy of the slums doesn't tenderly take care of false
the shame on the notable facts of the life.
"Does suppose her it has?" consulted sulkily the youth.