Capitolo 48
"Oh! Any woman could marry Wharton", says Strong. "He would forget her/it
too often, and she would lose patience with him before he thought about her
again. Give her his/her head! He will teach her more than she is worth
knowing that she would learn in a life-duration in the living room of Aunt Sarah."
"I desire me to give her anything other to amuse her/it."
"Well!" answered Strong. "We will invent anything." Catherine returned a
few they time later, and he asked to her as her it got above with his/her assignment-master,
and if he had still recovered his/her favor.
"As the coleopter turned him against him", it said Catherine, "we have on it likes
two small blind mice. He has been as kind to me as if I were his
mother; but because it is so mysterious? He won't tell me his/her history."
"He is the same to all of us", says Strong. "Some people think that he is
ashamed of his/her origin. He was select out of the gutters of Cincinnati from
some philanthropist and it sent to the foreign countries for an education. The fact is that
he loves anybody more origin his that you do for being an Indian Sioux,
but he had the adversity to marry badly himself/herself/themselves in Europe and hates to speak of
it."
"Does he have a wife then already, when he is breaking my young heart?"
Exclaimed Catherine.
"I would appreciate to calm Your fears, my poor child" it said Strong; "but the
truth is that nobody knows what is become of his/her wife. You can be
I live, and she can be dead. Does he/she want that I discover?"
"I am dying to know", said Catherine; "but I will do him/it tell me everybody
around him one of these days."
"Never!" answered Strong. "Him alive only in his/her art since the collapse of
his/her marriage. He eats and he/she drinks varnish."
"Does it really paint so a lot well?" Catherine asked thoughtfully. "It is
him a great genius?"
"Young, we am all of us the great geniuses. We never say so, because
we am as modest as us we are great, but only it looks in my book on fossil
batrachians."
"I don't feel the least interest in You or Your batrachiums; but I adore