Capitolo 55
You?"
". . . Is it dead, Georgian? Is it dead?. . ."
I forgot all, and throwing down my hat on my eyes,
turned by her in the defenseless hit of silence with which it came
those irreparable words.
Then in ungovernable anger, the suffering, remorse that I have turned on her
where she sat: "Is _you_ that killed him! Because you come here
to blame me? And you now fake to be sorry. You didn't hear pity
when pity would have done some good. Idler! Hypocrite!
"Be false!" she cried, his/her words that flash from her whole
you approve, his/her spread out form to reject the hit of the hit.
"Didn't he/she ask me him?"
"No!"
"Oh, deny him/it everybody! It is a falsehood--it invented from me on the stain.
You don't know anything of him! You didn't ask to me to do this! And when
I have produced, you have not raced to scold here me and to cry,
'How was it able her? How was it able her?'"
"No! No! Every word of him--"
"Falsehood added to him everybody! Oh, that would be me due to be deceived this way,
blinded, taken in!"
"Adamo!"
"Beautiful innocence! Be too much! Go away!"
"I don't want _stand_ this any longer!" she cried. "Me _will_ goes
street; but not up to you/he/she has told me him because I have acted as I have."
"Be late for that! I don't desire to feel!"
"Then You _shall_ feels!" she responded. "You will know that it is
because I have believed Him able word in me as you has
only spoken; Believes her in generous and unfair heart. You think
Did I ask to you to do what you have done? No! I asked to you if
You would be prepared to do him/it; and when you said you it is able _not_,
I saw then--from Your voice, Your eyes, Your whole face and way--that
You _would_. Saw it as clearly to that moment, despite Your
refusal as me I now see him/it--the cruelty in You, the unfaithfulness,
the good wish to betray. It was for _this_ you reason--not because
I felt her refuse, but because I saw her consent--that I was able
you don't forgive her."
You suddenly made a break and it looked I cross in my face. Thing she is able