Capitolo 47
you swallow with considerable difficulty. Then rapid as a shine a
diminutively skilled smile folded up through an angle of its mouth.
"Father?" her improvvissò melodiously. "Father? May--me--sits--in the
The womb of white Nanny of Lino?"
Only for an instant the Senior Surgeon is tightening probed of the eyes
mercilessly in the reekingly small false smile. Then together
brutally him the shrugged his/her shoulders.
"I don't take care of where in blazes you sit!" he murmured, and it went above in
the house.
With an air of the unalterable finality the door of oak thick dams later
him. In the resonant click of his/her latch the great beaten-iron lock
seemed to slap his/her lips with ineffable satisfaction.
Torsion suddenly round with a whish of starched skirts the Lino Bianco
Nanny knelt above in his/her place and sneered to the Small Crippled Girl.
"'Ha'--you!" she said.
Against every possible anticipation the Small burst of Girl Crippled out
laughing. The laughter was wild, ecstatic, eccentrically strong, still
awkward withal, and indescribably irregular, as the first flight of a
cage-narrow bird.
Rather suddenly the Nanny of Lino Bianca sat again him, and you/he/she started
nervously with the wrist of his/her glove of chamois to slightly smooth the
brass lamp blackened to his/her elbow. Equally suddenly after one minute her
stopped to smooth and it looked again at the Small Crippled Girl.
"--You--likes--to sit in my womb?" she conscientiously consulted.
Insolent with amazement the Small Girl protected the question. "Because in
blazes--I should like to sit in Your womb?" she harshly set questions to. Each
accent of his/her voice, every intonation of remotest was as the Senior one
Surgeon is to his worse. Him suddenly forked eyebrow, the snarling ones twist him
of the superior lip, it turned the small delicate and whole face in a grotesque
but hopelessly unconscious caricature of the surly-done father a sermon to.
As if the father himself had reprimanded her for some unimaginable
familiarity that the Nanny of Lino Bianca has quivered again in confusion without hope.