Capitolo 15
They struck on my ear as the musical day-dreams of future mother
chest--they makes to presage in the maidenhood of Georgian the nervousness that dreams of the
maternal.
A morning with a kind of compassionate gayety, its song worked a long time ago not,
in the essay of motto as us we should gather our pink-gems while we am able.
The warning could not be addressed to me; I will gather mine
while I am able--the unrifleds of rose of the life of Georgian, body and spirit.
Naturally I and she have avoided the subject of the Cardinal. But to
the tragedy of its death was joined a circumstance of so common and
brutal indifference that had not only left me remorseful but resentful.
As we sat together the other evening, after one of those silences that
unregarded of the fall among us, I could not abstain more to face a
understanding.
"Georgian", did I say me, "he/she knows what became some redbird?"
Unconsciously the color of reproach is due to lie on my words for her,
quickly answered with even more in his,
"I had buried him!"
It was my turn to be amazed.
"Is it sure?"
"I am sure. I told them whether to bury him/it; I showed a lot them the
stain--under the cedar. They told Them me them they had. Because?"
I thought better it that she should learn the truth.
"You know that we cannot have trust in our negroes. They disobeyed her to Them. They lied
to You; they never buried him/it to them. They threw him/it to Them on the ash-pole. The pigs
lacerates asunder it; I saw them; they was rooting to him and lacerating him/it
asunder."
You was hooked the hands, and it turned verse me in acute anguish.
With his/her face she said apart, after some, slowly,
"And have you believed that I knew about this--that I allowed him/it?"
"I have not believed anything. I have waited for understanding."
Some minutes later her it said, as if to her,
"Very a person would have been only too happy to believe him/it, and to
blame me." Folding up then his/her hands the ended of mine, she said, with
torn wounds in his/her eyes:
"Promise me--promises me, Adamo until us marries there, and--yes, _after_