Capitolo 60
you grieve, and comes so early to nothing." And I lifted my hat and takings
the run homeward my.
There was before a point where divided, the other additional line spacing of branch
I pour the small gate deprived through which you/he/she had come Georgian.
Few before reaching the portico I looked so, with the idea
what I should see the white figure of Georgian that stirs through the lawn;
but I discovered that she was following me. Climbing on my door-footstep,
I turned. You had made a break on the threshold. I waited. For a long time
she said, in a voice low and sorry:
"And will you forgive me Adamo?"
"Me _do_ La forgives!" The silence fell and lasted. Me more
seen his/her affronts. Its voice that despairs contacted me as soon as finally again:
"And--it is--_that_--everybody?"
I didn't have anybody answer to do, and austerely it waited for him to go.
A longer moment she lingered, it turned then slowly street; and I looked
his/her figure that more weak grows and more weak up to it was lost. I jumped
later her; my voice encircled out cable, and it broke with terror and the pain
and craving:
"Georgian! Georgian!"
"Oh, Adamo, _Adam_!" I felt his cries, with least, penetrating tenderness,
as her raced again to me through the obscurity.
When we separated us fresh candles and you illuminate and it rose up them ours
windows, to burn a pure path of flame through which interposes him
gap. Of now we am from now on as small poor foolish children, this way
ill and solitary in the night without each other. Felice, happy
night to come when a short candle will do for us both!
. . . Ah but the long one, long silence of the trees!