Capitolo 85
that disposition together. Me now memory, you have to hide and it have to suffocate Your
native impulses in expectancy: You are interdicted for the life to Robert
Monteith: I owe I respect of necessity that its seal has put on you!"
And he drew a deep sigh of strengthened resignation.
Sighed of Frida in return. "These problems are so hard", she said.
Smiled Bertram a strange smile. "There are not Any problems", him
confidently answered. "You manufacture them. You surround the life
with taboo, and then--you speak hopelessly of the problems with
what Your really it interdicts alone you/he/she has loaded Him."
IX
To nine an evening mean-passed that week, Bertram was made to sit in his
session-room to the lodgings of Miss Blakes, making entrances, as usual,
on the subject of taboo in his/her great black notebook. It was a great
naked room, furnished of the wood centre of round and usual palissandro
proposes, and he/she decorated from green a pair of vases of china a wax set,
flowers under a great shade of glass and a portrait that it represents two
mythical beings, with the faces of women and the wings of birds that hover him on
a child's figure rest. Suddenly a hasty knock to the door
attracted his/her attention. "You enter, he slightly said, in that kind
and almost deferential voice to which it likewise used him its equalizes and
to the servant of lodging-house. The door immediately opened, and Frida
entered.
You were pale as a ghost, and she advanced light with a terrified
walk. Bertram could see to a look that she has been shaken deeply.
For a moment he could not imagine really the reason because: then him
remembered everything in once the severe harem it dominates from how gotten married
women in England are hemmed in and they are swindled. To visit a
man had been getting married alone not for night is contrary to tribal use. He of rose,
and advanced toward his/her visitor with arm expanses. "Because,
Frida", him pianse,--her "Mrs. Monteith--no, Frida--what is the matter?