Capitolo 9
writes, you create. I was the nearest madness in those days what time, for when him
him thrown here--" you of rose and it sharpened to the near floor the
table--"here on these aces to my feet, and it implored me to listen to his
with love, be his/her wife--me, his/her wife!--it was as strange, as unreal as a
vision.--I had one month." You didn't raise him sweet, voice of level, but
the eyes that she has mended on mine were dilated to the blackness and its face
it was illumined with an inexpressible light of triumph. "I had one great
month of the life. Also you have not been able to have more in all of Your years of the
I husk that me in my month! And then he returned again to his/her job. Him
you were very busy it understands, a great man, even then in the world of
letters. He could not come to see me, you/he/she could not go away; but he wrote
every day. He won't put never in his/her book such words as him he/she wrote me; him
it gave me more than he has ever given the world. You/he/she can have his/her books. ME
has read them, but I have his a lot of soul in these letters!
"I told him he made me believe that I could write. 'What I was, what was
Me', did I ask to me, 'to have lifted from this to his/her height?' And
then I had a secret that started in that thought. I wrote a novel. It is
eight years back now. I never mentioned him/it in my letters. I knew that it was
good, good as his/her his/her own job. He would be so proud! He spoke of
book industry-houses, books, authors. I had not forgotten a word. I sent
it to a house, one of the greatest and better, and it was approved. It is
strange, but I was not to all amazed ones. Somehow me I had never doubted him
it would be approved. And then I went alone to the city for one day. I had
only a small time; it seemed to me the greatest action of my life to be
there, where he was, anchor not to see him/it! But you see me I had planned him
all in those long nights when the storms in autumn would not allow me to sleep.
The rain would throw against this window and an awake half, I would see