Capitolo 58
small quantity of arsenic with that he examined very satisfactory
results, on a dog he gave me a portion of the medicine, but I am sorry to
says me I could not prevail on the old scoundrel to give or to sell the secret
of his/her composition", Hilyard concluded sorrily, lifting the vial
with tenderness. "I have tried of analizzargliio, and I sent him/it to a
chemical famous, but the ingredients challenge completely the classification,
and tests seem weak to determine anything unless they is
purely the vegetable", he said, while shaking angrily the liquid, and rising then
to close him/it in his/her locker.
I also, of rose with a shiver, mean-that it has trust, mean-sceptic still anybody
the less with a strong disgust for the memory of the history I had had as soon as
felt. I left Hilyard that systematizes the shelf of his/her locker, and opening
the French and long window that I have walked out on the lawn.
Under the elm I saw her/it Mrs. Mershon, the aunt of Amy with whom we was everybody
being. Kate Mershon was inactively throwing a tennis-ball in the air, and
ineffective hits that do to him with a racket, and to Mrs. Mershon
feet sat Amy, while reading, the light of the sun gilded that he/she softly remains on its head,
and revealing the reddish tones of his/her hair. We would marry there in
one month, and she seemed so beautiful in the peace and quiet of the
day that lowers that I have desired us two they were alone that it was probable that I picked her/it up in mine
arm covetous and it raises that colorless and delicious face to my lips. You
ever seemed so beautiful as when it contrasted with Kate I mature, sensual
beauty, dark and rich as the Haitian, and completely deprived of that touch
of the pure and paradisiacal one without the face of any woman is perfect to me.
Amy was bright, full of joke to durations, but in the depths of
those great clear eyes as agates, in the innocence of that face of white,
as a tea-rose, one read the beautiful chastity of soul in which
passion of presence is mixed with a reverence that sanctifies him/it.
Later that evening, when the sketch-room was cheerful with light and music,