Capitolo 61
what was become of Miss Muir.
Alone in the room of sketch abandoned him it found her/it, and it made a break look at her/it
a moment before he spoke; for anything in his/her attitude and does it struck
him. You was tilting back tiredly himself/herself/itself on the great chair that had served
for a throne. Still its real bathrobes were unchanged, although the crown was
street and everything of his/her blonde hair hung on his/her shoulders. Excitement and
the exercise made its diamond, the rich suit became her marvelously, and
an air of the luxurious indolence changed the mild ruler in an enchanting
woman. You tilted him on the pillows of velvet as if she was used this way
support; she played with the jewels that had gaily crowned her as
as if she was born for bringing them; its attitude was full of negligent person
honors and the expression of his/her face proud mean, melancholy mean, as if
its thoughts were bittersweet.
One would know that she was for now of good family to see her/it. Poor girl, that that a
oppress a life of dependence has to be to a spirit as his! I wonder me
that al which she is so intensely thinking. It is Coventry it satisfied in another
you look before he spoke.
"Will I bring him some supper, Miss Muir?"
"Supper!" she exclaimed, with a beginning. "Who thinks about the body of one when
the soul of one is--" you stopped there, he/she works to sweater its eyebrows, and weakly laughed
as she added, "No, thanks. I don't want nothing but suggestion, and that I challenge
doesn't ask of anybody."
"Because not?"
"Because I have anybody correct."
"Each has the right to ask to help, especially the weak of the strong one.
Can I help her/it? Believe me, I offer more than heart my poor services."
"Ah, You forgetful! This suit, the shine taken in loan of these jewels the
the liberty of this cheerful evening, the novel of the part that you have played, everybody
Blind him to the reality. For a moment me latrine to be a servant, and for
a moment you treat me as a peer."
It was true; him forgotten _had_. That soft look, of reproach touched