Capitolo 52
His/her child, a small individual that had been select as soon as for the cathedral
school of choir works above in the road. A mention of him--the usual one
history--it was in the papers, but that of us he/she reads such things in the papers?
They bore us to Them; they is not equal news. He was brought to St. Luke, and
she has been to St. Luke, and the end came to St. Luke and all the
time we have been here some enclosures distant and we have not known anything of him.
Man is New York! It was to help you pay for his/her education in music that her
before it came to us, she said. And it was the news that you/he/she had been him select
for the school of choir that engraves for the new happiness that we saw
makes day by day her. She now comes again for the same small salary,
but with the other need, without doubt: his expenses all, a pink-bush for
his/her breast. You calmly told me this as if it provoked her/it any pain. It
it was not my right, it is not our right to divide not her pronounceable,
deprivation.
"You has asked to follow with the sessions. I have told her to come
to-tomorrow. But she doesn't realize all with that this involves the
portrait. You will have to bring new cloths, it will have to be a new
job. You are in to cry. Its hands had to have gone out away, she has
hurt them; they is bandaged. The new portrait will be of the head and
you only face. But the principal reason is the change of expression. The light
what in his/her face was and what you have taken partly on Your
cloths, are dead out; you/he/she had brutally put out. The old glance has gone.
You/he/she has gone, and he/she will never return--the tender one, thoughtful, reverent
the happiness and the peace of the maternity with his/her/their child to his/her knee--that
great terrestrial illuminate-light in women of centuries past. You/he/she had brutally put
out but he/she didn't leave the vacuity behind him. There his has entered
puts another light, another ancient illuminate-light on the faces of women
of old man--the glance of the faith in immortal things. Now you are not his/her mother