Capitolo 82
what his/her father himself was only anxious for the end, still to see him/it
suffers and is grown weak out slowly it was terrible. To such moments, torn wounds are,
prevented. Esther had been said that she doesn't have to give way to
the nervousness, under the risk to kill his/her father that placed dozing,
mean-aware, with his/her face turned verse her. Every whenever his/her eyes
open they remained on his. In the weak light she looked at his/her motions,
and it seemed to her that he was also looking at his. You wondered
if he could feel stronger because she was near him. Was it afraid?
Him that it never had to his/her knowledge him tightened by some danger, and that in
the army had also shown the unwise indifference when he imagined his
wounds to be deadly, were looking now at her as if he feared to have
his/her permission his/her side. In his/her extreme weakness, incapable to lift his/her head,
his/her mind that it evidently starts to wander, he perhaps felt her need
company and the loneliness of dreaded and death as her it did. For half the
night she pondered on this weakening of the wish in front of
omnipotence that crushes out the last spark of the life, and it was doubly frightened
when, the nanny that comes to assuage her/it at six o'clock, she tilted him on
you kiss the forehead of his/her father and you find him/it looking at her in his/her old man
humorous way, while, in a low whisper, slowly speaking, as if him
it would not produce to the enemy that has grabbed his/her heart, he said:
"It is not so bad, Esther, when you come to him."
The torn wounds started in the eyes of Esther. It was only more with an effort
I violate that she had thought it was in his/her power, that she was forced
to smile. Now that she had come to him, she thought that it was very bad;
worse that some thing that her you/he/she had ever imagined; she wanted to escape to race,
street, to go out of the same life, rather than to suffer from such pain, this way
terror, such uneasiness of helplessness; but after the break of an instant, her
father whispered again, although its voice died away in weakness: