Capitolo 55
'bursted' me, as the boys say. And I am then more horribly, clearly,
sleepy the whole day calculates when I should be writing the beautiful things for mine
In series-letter Co. business. And then the last week of one day--" the vivid one
red lips oddly twisted to an angle. "The last week of a night that they has sent
me word from Cambridge that the small one, the small girl was going
dies--and you/he/she was calling and you/he/she was asking for the 'Mrs. of the Squirrel of the Grey-plush.'
Then I rented a great coat of grey squirrel from a furrier that I know, and me
lacerated on my muff and the very better kind of a heat manufactured me, grey,
suffocating face that I was able--and I went out to Cambridge and I sat three
times on the footboard of a bed, breaking jokes--and crazy--to deceive
the death-pain of a small child. And somehow it broke my heart--or my
spirit--or anything. Somehow me I think that I had been able him to bear better
with my his/her own face of skin! In every way the small girl doesn't need me some
more. It doesn't care him in every way, if someone needed me!... I tell him
I am 'broke!' I tell him I have it didn't find a solitary individual more thing
let's give! My pocket-book is not alone that is empty: it is my head
that is spent, also! Be my heart that is stripped together! _And that I am
going to run away! Yes, me the am!_"
Jumping to his/her feet she was standing there out for an instant all of breath,
as if only the mere elaborate thought to almost run away had
the exhausted one. Then she suddenly started to laugh.
"I am so tired to constitute things", she confessed; "because, I am so tired
of creation on grandfather, I am so tired to constitute pirates, I am this way
gotten tired of creation-on persons in love--that I tenderly take care of indeed the account collector
as the only true, genuine knowledge that I have in Boston.
There is certainly any slightest they trace of pretense around him!... Excuse
me to be so frivolous", she soberly added, "but you see me I don't have