Capitolo 23
empty purse--with a hole in him; a glove silver-embroidered as
horsemen bring on the Mexican frontier; a white table-doily partly
embroidered with blue of silk forget-I-nots--the threadeds still sew
hammered in the job--and the small thimble, Stanton would have been able to swear,
you still heat from the coop cuddled up of someone finger. Last of everybody, a fat
and formidable edition of Robert Browning the poems; a small black
domino-mask, as masks handed, and a bright portrait of gilding
frame that includes an impertinent still not the adaptation done by hand and disrespectful of a
the certain portion of the epistle of St. Paul to the Corinthian one:
"Although I talk to the languages of men and angels and
doesn't have a Sense of the humor, I am become as sounding brass, or
a tinkling symbol. And although I have the gift of
Prophecy--and every knowledge--so that I could remove
Mountains, and it doesn't have a Sense of the humor, I am not anything. And
although I give all of my Good to feed the poor man, and although me
gives my body to be it burned, and it doesn't have a Sense of the humor it
profiteth me nothing.
"A suffereth of Sense of the Brahman humor, and it is kind. A Sense of
You don't favor envieth. A vaunteth of Sense of the humor not it--it is
not blown on. Doth doesn't involve Indecent, seeketh not
his/her really, you/he/she is not easily provoked, thinketh anybody bad--Beareth
all the things, believeth all the things, hopeth all the things,
endureth all the things. A Sense of the humor never the faileth. But
if there are unpleasant prophecies that they will fail,
if there you/he/she is scolding languages that they will stop, if
there is unlucky knowledge it will fade away away. When me
it was a child of guilt-discovery me spake as a child of guilt-discovery,
I understood as a guilt-discovery child,--but when I became a
woman I put guilt-finding away things.
"And now the faith of abideth, hope, charity, these three. _But the