Capitolo 31
hands, so that she could not transport them?
"I cannot see", said Druse, in a faint confused whisper. "Is it evening?"
And the Miss De Courcy, bending on the bed, lean and pale and years
more old man in the grey and ghostly dawn, soothingly said:
"Yes, Druse, is evening", for her he/she knew that Druse would never see the light
again.
"The Miss De Courcy!"
"Yes, Druse."
"I expect me that I have held out Your brother this whole duration. I hope that he won't be
angry."
"No, no, Druse; is calm and sleep."
"I cannot sleep. I desire that it would be morning. I want to see her/it the Miss De,
Courcy. Well, never the mind. Somehow, I guess me the ai not the goin' to improve.
If what I have had--the ai not catchin'--I suppose that you would not like--to
do you kiss me, is it able?"
Without hesitation, the tendency banished its face, purified and celestial
with love and sacrifice; bends him/it on the terrible Thing, disgusting and
decaying, over the semblance of human form or it represents, on the
bed,--curved and kissed, as a mother would have kissed.
The grey dawn walked to on all four still further in the room, the roads were growing
noisier, the Elevated trains dressed again wicker from the angle, the dairymen's carts
rumbled along the Avenue, the sparrows noisily chirrupped on the
near roofs. And it so solemnly seemed still silent in the room.
"Well, now!" Said Druse, with pleased surprise "I didn't wait me for Him
. That that once along it is gettin' the light this mornin.' To think of
You, a-takin' takes care of of _me_ as this! A' me to the not fact not never a thing
for You the excep' the headache and sweepin', a' also that was more beautiful for
me that for You. I knew that you were terrible good person, but I didn't know her it was never
religious before, the Miss De Courcy. Anybody but you populate that have religion
ago such things, they says. I desire me to remember my prayers. To the not it
strange, do I have it forgot them everybody? Could not one say? Only a small?"