Capitolo 74
all gone ones. Then Hazard came to my help and took away me with him to the
south of Europe. The our first covers it was to Avignon and Vaucluse, and there
I founded as curiously my experience had struck my art. I had learned
to adore purity and rest, but I could never find taking of my ideal.
Fifty times that I have tried to draw Laura as me I wanted to make I count me of each and she
time that I have failed. I knew the secret of Petrarch and me I could not say him/it. My
wife came among my thought and I. Every life took form in my hands as a
passion. If I could learn again to paint a child or some thing that it had
not the world in his/her eyes, I should finally be to the peace."
As he made here a break, and it seemed again to be thoughtful on St. Cecilia,
The curiosity of Esther did her/it put in a word,
"And Your wife?"--she asked.
"My wife?" he repeated in his/her distracted tone, "I didn't see again never her
you cultivate this morning when I satisfied her/it on the footsteps of the church."
"Then it Your wife was?" Cried Catherine.
"Did he/she see her?" he asked with a touch of the bitterness. "I won't ask that that
You thought about her."
"I knew her/it from his/her eyes", cried Catherine. "I thought that she meant to shoot
You, and when you entered me you/he/she was going only to warn her/it. You now see,
Esther, I was right."
Wharton tilted him on and taken the hand of Catherine. "Thanks", it said him. "ME
believes you it is my good angel. But you remember to what I came to say.
The woman is rather able that or of some other scandal, and of
the church of course Hazard must not have shown to such risk. I will come
You neither it owes here more for the present. I am tied up to take
my friends' care."
"But You!" Said Esther. "What is you/he/she going to do?"
"ME? Nothing! What can I do?"
"You mean", said Catherine, with a comic boldness in his/her voice as
"although she wanted that she picked up the available French actress, does her
does he/she mean to leave that woman worries her as you/he/she likes her?"
"The guilt was mine", answered Wharton. "I gave her my life. Later everything