Capitolo 21
eyes accuser on Mother. You had tangled his/her small boy; she had
the told a wrong history, and it was disenchantment of woful.
"You cannot see him/it, David" she said, "because you have anybody
portrait of him in Your heart."
Did mother have then, well, such portrait? If she did, because
could not you/he/she show him/it that portrait? And please, Mother, where
did it hold that heart where the portrait was?
Yes, her to be sure had such portrait, but it was not of
David's father; it was of someone other, for her you/he/she had never seen
David's father. In his/her heart still another portrait was: it was a
memory that had to do with the sad nativity of his/her small boy.
So sad an event that was that she had gone as being a nanny of head
to the hospital to become a mandatary mother.
David was able some day come to know that there was a fogyish,
bachelor's doctor of what a father was almost in the same kind
way--almost, but not completely, for his/her/their child you/he/she had not been gone away to
him, but to her. A house, was likewise its inheritance, an a lot
enough small house and entirely other that had belonged once the
true mother of the small boy.
A brave death that she was dead, those kinlesses make widow to the hospital.
And as able be be otherwise it, when so great a faith was
his in the nanny whose arm had lovingly gone around her, and
whose voice, many and a lot of once, had given comfort and you/he/she had had
finally known how to smooth the way to death?
But it was the hand of the Doctor not the hand of the nanny that had,
closed softly the eyes of his/her/their mother on her hard long sleep; and it
it was him not the nanny that had turned away wofully and you/he/she had fixed,
and it fixed and it fixed out some window.
Serious portraits were this that Mother it held in its heart, and
David was not to know him you/he/she shook how much her when he fell
questioning; and that's why, in the mean of his without end
investigations, he was accustomed to Never meet Mind the Gran.
Does he/she know what is that? It is a condition of soul common to everybody