Capitolo 20
me to go home this way. I have come as soon as from there. They is building
another one of the chapels now, and the men are on on the scaffolding.
They brought on more stone that they had need and them they would walk the
edge and it throws down his great pieces with a crash. The old their house
you/he/she is using for the school of choir it is only under there. Sometimes when the
class is practising, I listen out from the. If theirs sing tall, me
songs tall; if theirs sing least, I sing least. Because, Mr., I can sing on
to--"
He suddenly broke street. He had been torrential-out some the son-in-laws of the trusts
to his/her friend it new-founded. He now hesitated. The boldness of his/her nature
the abandoned one. The deadly preparation failed. An attractive and timid glance came
in his/her eyes as him it asked his/her next question--a serious question indeed:
"_Mister, you love music?_"
"Do I love music?" played again the frightened musician, it perforated from the
lance-as the sincerity of the question that seemed is go cleaned through
his/her knowledge and he and to sharpen again to the springs of infancy of
feeling. "Do I love music? Yes, of the music, I hope. Some son-in-laws of music,
I hope."
These moderate, punished words restored the trust of the boy and
entirely it captured his/her friendship. He now felt him sure of his/her comrade,
and he put to him a more penetrating question:
"Does _you_ know anything the cathedral?"
The men guiltily smiled.
"A small. I know a small on the cathedral", he admitted.
There was a moment of oral time anxious silence. And now the whole secret
gone out:
"Does he/she know as boys they get in the school of authoritative choir?"
The men didn't answer. He was standing, while looking down at the young fellow in which the eyes
everything in once a great confused desire told his/her history. Then he extracted
his/her clock and only it said:
"I owe to be going. Good morning." He turned his/her way through the stone.
Disappointment darkened the face of the young fellow when he saw that he was
doesn't receive an answer; the withering that dries up dried on its joy. But he recovered