Capitolo 77
"My boy could not be taken care of better for if he had been at home;
and God La will compensate for him, although I am not able."
My his/her own experiences of this kind started when my first men died. Him
you/he/she had been removed as soon as, when his/her wife entered. Its eye went
straight to the notorious bed; it was empty; and feeling, still
not that it has trust the truth it lasts, she shouted, with a glance me never
it will forget:
"Because, where is Emanuel?"
I had not seen before never her, doesn't know his/her relationship to the
man that I had only been nursing for the one day, and it was almost about to tell her
he had gone, when McGee, the Irishman from the tender heart before
mentioned, it brushed from me with a happy--"an is moved
the best bed that he is, her Mrs. Connel. Goes out, dear, you cultivate me I show ye;"
and, softly picking her/it up from the arm, he conducted her/it to the matron that
broken the heavy news to his/her/their wife, and he/she comforted the widow.
Another day, racing above to my room for a breath of fresh air and
a the rest of five minutes after an unpleasant assignment, I founded a strong
young that sits on my bed, bringing the miserable glance that me
you/he/she had learned to know from that duration. Seeing her/it, he/she remembered me to that me
you/he/she had felt of some that one is dying at night, and his/her sister
arriving in the morning. This has to be her, I thought. I was sorry for
his/her with all of my heart. What could I say or could I do? Words always seem
impertinent to such times; I didn't know the man; the woman was
neither interesting in her neither graced in his/her pain; still,
having known the pain of a sister me, me you/he/she could not have I leave her/it
alone with his/her trouble in that strange place, without a word. Then,
feeling himself/herself/itself melancholy, house-ill, and not intelligent that that other to do, me
only puts my arm around her, and it started to cry in a very defenseless
but cordial way; for, as I satisfy in this damp luxury, me rarely
likes to enjoy him/it with all of my strength, when I do.