Alex St. Clair Abrams
Capitolo 13
"I am, indeed, very covetous to know his/her fate and me I am sure the
fact to be the wife of a soldier doesn't prevent mine feeling a desire to
you verify if he is unharmed, or if him is"--she made a break to the thought
what it seemed so horrid in his/her imagination, and lowering his/her face in
his/her hands, bursts in torn wounds.
"Mother, is thing crying for?" asked his small daughter that was
sitting on the knees of the Mr. Awtry.
"My dear lady", Mr. Said Awtry "because it gives way to torn wounds? If You
desires", he continued, "I will telegraph to Virginia and I will learn if Your
husband is sure."
"Thanks--thanks!" she eagerly responded; "I will feel deeply
he/she forced if you want."
"Me suffered" I will go down to the office of telegraph, he said, while rising
from his/her place and putting down his/her child; "and now, my little
dear", he continued, while talking to his/her/their child, "you have to say the Your but
don't cry so a lot." With these words him shaken the hand of Mrs. Wentworth
and he/she left the house.
The day tiredly passed for her/it Mrs. Wentworth; she would open every time
one of the windows that conduct to the road and it look out, as if waiting himself/herself/itself
to see the Mr. Awtry with a telegraphic message in his/her hand and each
disappointment she met with on these visits it would only add to her
intense anxiety. The shades in the evening had darkened the earth, and
Mrs. Wentworth sat to the window of his/her residence that waits for the arrival
of the news that or they would remove his/her fears or they would dip him in
pain. Long times passed, and she had almost despaired of the Mr. Awtry
that evening coming, when he walked on the road, and in some
minutes were in the house.
"What news?" her Mrs. Wentworth gasped, while starting from his/her place and meeting
him in the door of the apartment.
"Read him/it my dear lady. I will leave that pleasure to you", him
answered, while it was giving her a telegraphic message he contained in his/her hand.
Taking the message, her Mrs. Wentworth, with trembling fingers he/she explained