Capitolo 32
And the Miss De Courcy, its face buried in its hands, says the "God, has
the mercy on us", and anybody said more.
"Thanks", said Druse, more weakly and rather satisfied. "We don't want
you forget each other, a' you will promise to come to by'm'by. Doesn't want her? I want
be settled so when you come!"
"Yes, Druse", he/she talked to low voice Courcy the Miss De, "I promise."
And then the terrible form that had been Druse sat above in bed with a
mighty effort, and it cheerfully directed his/her blind eyes toward the Miss De
Does her lacerate-stained of Courcy.
"Be morning! I can see her/it!" it said, and it fell again in the believer
arm and on the faithful breast.
And so Druse, not having lived and it died in vain, it passed forever away
from the De Veers it Veers.
A TEARFUL COMEDY.
I sustained a midday of July on the base of the desolate station to
Wauchittic, the soles momentary that waits the stage. The heat was
waving in the air. I looked at the train that departs, while turning as a
small black ball down the yellow road and hold, cuts among the green
fields, and it was vaguely happy that I was not going at the end of the
It isolates on him. This was in some near place the middle one, and it was rather distant
enough from the civilization.
The village as villages of Long Island so many it was distant from the
railroad. Only one or two farm-houses were in sight. There was not really a
you play in the warm air of midday, now that the train had gone, omits the
whistling of a happy agent of station of what he/she sat in the window the
few oven-as Regina Anne structures, in his/her sleeves of shirt that it looks out
to me with vivacious interest. I had looked for for a place of calm country in
what my novel to end, the book that would decide without possibiltà of doubt
if I had a future as a writer, or if I was condemned to sink to
the level of the literary cut object and to the agenda, for in him I had put, I knew,
everybody that was better mine.
As I looked down absently at the footstep, I made a review the past months in winter,
the long days and evenings spent to my desk in the suffocating little