Behind a Mask, or a Woman's Power

Louisa May Alcott

Capitolo 76

it had whole trust on his/her judgment.

"Yes, I don't have the heart to steal him/it of such sweet sermon on
abnegation. Will I post him for you?"

"Thanks;  in a moment." And with a thankful glance, Giovanna let her/it fall
eyes. Producing his/her small purse, she selected a penny, it folded up him/it in a
bit of paper, and then he/she offered letter and it coins to Coventry, with
such beautiful air of business, that he could not check a laughter.

"Won't you be indebted to me for a penny then? Thing a proud woman that you are,
Miss Muir."

"I am;  it is a weakness of family." And she gave him a meaningful look,
what it called to him the memory of whoever that she was back. He understood her/it
feeling, and it liked the best the for him, knowing that he would have
done the same they made to be him/it in his/her place. It was a small thing, but if
fact for effect, admirably responded, for him a rapid acumen showed
in his/her character on his/her behalf, and it betrayed to him the existence of a
pride in which he sympathized of heart. He was next to Giovanna a moment,
looking at her/it as her burnt Edward's letter in the blaze of the spirit
shines under the urn.

"Because it does that?" he unintentionally asked.

"Because it is my duty to forget" it was all of his/her answer.

"Can you/he/she always forget when it becomes a duty?"

"I desire me to be able! I desire me to be able!"

You passionately spoke, as if the words broke from her against its wish,
and, rising with hurry, she went to the garden, as if frightened to be.

"Poor Giovanna, dear it is a lot of miserable person around anything, but I cannot discover
what is. Last night I found on his to cry a rose, and she now races
street, looking as if its heart were broken. I am happy I don't have lessons."

"What kind of a rose?" Coventry asked aside back his/her paper as
Bella made a break.

"A beautiful white. It is due to come from the Room;  we don't have anybody as
it. I wonder if Giovanna was for never to marry himself/herself/themselves, and lost his/her person in love,
and it felt him sad because the flower remembered to roses of wedding."
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