Capitolo 7
so mild you should hold her/it in Your womb to feel him/it. And her--"
"What 'duddy-looking' small Miss Edgarton--mild?" mused the Oldest Man
in sincere amazement. "Mild? Because, alive man, she was born in a
snow-hut on the River of Yukon! You were to Pekin the Boxer
Rebellion! You are tied up with ropes steers to Oklahoma! You has been equal to her
thirst of I embroider to the whole aurora they dye on the Himalayas! Only because
in creation if she had to seem mild--you suppose--to a--to
a--employed of twenty-five-dollar-a-week him it likes?"
"'An employee of twenty-five-dollar-a-week he likes?'" the Youngest Man
fairly gasped. "Because--because--I am the smaller partner of the firm of Barton
& Barton, escort-mediators! Because, we am the greatest--"
"Is it that this way?" sets questions to the Oldest Man with false surprise.
"Well--well--well! I implore Your pardon. But it doesn't now do him/it all goes to
you precisely try only what I told the beginning me--that it doesn't do
both of necessity an individual of us to judge too much with hurry from aspects?"
As if you/he/she is fairly submerged with embarrassment he sat, while silently fixing
away in space for many seconds. Then--"Speaking of this Girl
Edgarton", he genially recapitulated, never You "has precisely looked for her/it
out--as is--and did it try to make her knowledge indeed?"
"No", Barton shortly said. "Because, the girl has to be thirty years old!"
"S--OR?" mused the Oldest Man. "Almost Your age?"
"I have thirty-two" years, the Youngest Man snarled.
"I am sixty-two years old, thank goodness!" gives credit to the Oldest Man. "And Your
Miss sumptuous Von Eaton--who annoys Him so--to the sudden one--it is
around--?"
"Winds", it incited the Youngest Man.
"Poor--senile--his/her child", it soberly ruminated the Oldest Man.
"Eh?" the Youngest Man gasped, while sharpening in before on his/her chair. "Eh?
'Senile?' Winds?"
"Sure!" sneered the Oldest Man. "Winds are not anything but the 'the clairvoyant and
yellow leaf' of the childish whim! But thirty are the joyous youth of