Alex St. Clair Abrams

Capitolo 92

did it say the physician?"

"Yes, mother", she responded, "but I knew him/it before. You don't look this way
sad, comes and you speak to me, and it allowed me to tell him that I am not afraid to
die."

"Her, my child" of darling continued her/it Mrs. Wentworth in the same effort.
"It did you it doesn't feel the physician say it is my negligence that had caused
You to be dying?"

"I felt him/it mother, but he was not right", she responded.

"Comes nearer", she continued in a serious tone. "Sits on the bed and
allow me to remain my head on Your womb."

Doing himself/herself/itself sit on the bed, her Mrs. Wentworth lifted the body of the
dying child in his/her arm, and it supported his/her head on his/her breast. The old one
black was witnessing the foot of the bed, quietly looking on while
the torn wounds poured down its elderly cheeks. The small child of Mrs. Wentworth
climbed on the bed, and it looked fixed in wonders to the the sad aspect of his
mother and the dying characteristics of his/her sister.

"Mother", says his/her child, "I am going to Heaven, you recite a prayer for me."
You tested to pray, but it were not able, its lips stirred, but expression was
denied to her.

"I cannot pray, dear", she responded, "prayer is denied to me."

His/her child asked to any more, for her he saw the inability of his/her mother to consent
with his/her wishes.

The small group remained in the same position up to that the sun of setting
sparkled through the window, and it pours a bright ray through the bed. Not
a sound was felt, you save the ticking of the old man it shaped clock on the
piece of mantle as his/her hands the fleeting minutes slowly marked. The
eyes of the dying child had been closed to the duration, but as the
light of the sun shot through its face she opened them, and it looked above in her
mother's face.

"Opens the window, grandmother" that she has said.

The old woman opened him, and as her you/he/she did so, the red circle flashes of the
sun was revealed, while the aroma of thousand wild flowers that are grown