Capitolo 64
You bear her, believes what I say me.' Anybody more, as I am a gentleman. I know the
gives, I guess the sense of the letter, and as a friend of Sydney, me
it sincerely desires to help her/it, if I am able. It is this the matter on that
does he/she want suggestion?"
"Yes."
"Does allow me to give him/it then?"
"You are not able, without knowing all, and is so difficult to say!"
"Allow me to guess him and the savings the pain to say. Am I able?" And
Coventry eagerly waited for his it replies, for the spell still it was on him.
Holding the fast letter, she made him a sign to follow, and it slipped before
him to a small set apart nook, half boudoir, half greenhouse. There
she made a break, it sustained an instant as if uncertain, it looked above then at him with
confident eyes and it clearly said, "I will do him/it; for, strange as it is able
you seem, you are the only person to whom me _can_ speaks. You know Sydney,
You has discovered that I am a peer, you have offered Your help. ME
accept him; but oh, don't think of me few female! You remember as alone me I am,
how youth, and how much I count on Your sincerity Your understanding!"
"You freely speak. I am indeed Your friend." It is Coventry he/she sat down close to
his/her, forgetful of everything but the girl soft-dagli eyes that confided in him
so entirely.
Quickly speaking, Giovanna followed, "you know that Sydney loved me, that me
refuses him/it and it went away. But you don't know what his/her importunities
it almost drove me wild, that he threatened to steal me of my only treasure,
my good name, and that, in desperation, I tried to kill myself. Yes,
angry, bad as it was, I craved to end the life that was, to best, a
oppresses, and under his/her persecution becomes a torment. You is shocked,
still that that I say me is the living truth. Mrs. Sydney will confirm him/it the,
nannies in the hospital will confess that it was not a fever that
brings there me; and here, although the external wound is recovered, my
heart still aches and scorching with the shame and the indignation that only a