G. Mercer (Graeme Mercer) Adam

Capitolo 12

terrible dream he saw the forms that grieve of his younger brother and
sister, crouching himself/herself/itself to his/her feet, poor Rose that bends him in the street of access, his
the trembling hands of father that understand a place of the tall one old style,
litter, and, on the other side of the bed an extraneous youth which
dressed black and very black hair divinely framed a face and throat of
milky whiteness. These objects went away but a weak impression on his
beveled senses, for all of his/her soul you/he/she was going out to irresistible greed
toward the life that fast-declines that it seemed same slipping away from his
taken weak. He smoothed the small hand without blood, and he/she kissed
repeatedly the ruined cheek, sending forth to the same duration low murmurs of
invocation that her once more it would repute him/it before she died. Everybody
in vain. Suddenly still and lethargic as died same, she placed,
in front of him. "Dear mother", he implored, "it is Your child, Your really
Edward that calls her. Cannot you/he/she feel? Desire you don't return to me
an only moment? Ah, I cannot allow to go her;  I am not able, I am not able!" His
voice sank in an impassioned murmur of the pain. "You will look once at me,
doesn't want her? Oh, mother, mother, mother!"

He was fallen to his/her knees, with his/her face on the pillow next to his,
and his last puts in words smote on his/her ear as the inarticulate moan of a
infant of whom life has to perish together with the life that sustains and strong
his who gave birth him. The head ever turned so slightly, the eyelids
vigorous weakly and it lifted, and its eyes fully looked and softly
on his/her child. With a mighty effort, she raised then, a transparency
gives, and it weakly brought him/it, flutteringly taller and taller, up to that
it placed on his/her cheek. A weak and strange light of the non terrestrial sweetness
played on his/her lips. It was a light as dessert and beautiful as
its his/her own life had been, but it now turned pale and it was grown weak--made
again--a moment sparkled--and then it went forever out.