Capitolo 15
"Please rises, Mr. de Brabazon", Florence dictates, hurriedly. "It is
rather out of the question--that al which asks you--I assure Him."
"Ah! I see how it is", said Percy, sadly hooking his/her hands. "You love
another."
"Not that I am aware of."
"Then me he/she anchors I can hope?"
"I cannot encourage her/it, Mr. de Brabazon. My heart is free, but it is able
is never the Your."
"Then", said Percy there is only obscurely a thing for me to do."
"What that is it?"
"I will go to the Bwooklyn Bwidge, ports to the parapet, jumps in
the water, and it ends my life of misewable."
"You would do better to think twice before adopting such desperate
decision, Mr. de Brabazon. You will satisfy others that will be kinder
to You that I have been----"
"I can never love another. My heart is broken. Girl of goodbye, cruel.
When you read the papers morning tomorrow, you think about the unhappy Percy
de Brabazon!"
Mr. de Brabazon the arm obscurely folded up him, and it walked stiff out of the room.
"If my position were so sad, I should be tried to smile", says
Florence. "Mr. de Brabazon won't make this thing. Its emotions are as
strongly as those of a butterfly."
After a brief break Florence he made to sit to the table, and it drew
I pour his/her writing materials.
"Be me of who heart should be broken!" she murmured; "Me who is driven
from the only house I have ever known. What you/he/she has been able to turn against me
my uncle, usually so the kind and thoughtful? It has to be that Curtises it has
practiced a pernicious influence on him. I cannot leave him/it without one
word of goodbye."
You taken on a sheet of paper, and he/she wrote, quickly:
"Dear Uncle: You has told me to leave Your house and me
respects. I cannot tell him as sad I feel me, when I reflect that me
you/he/she has lost Your love, and it has to go on among extraneous--me
doesn't know where. I was but a small girl when you gave me a
house. I am grown in an atmosphere of love, and I have
very thankful felt to You for all you have done for me. ME