Capitolo 11
it was everybody that he has told his/her hearing; but if she had known that he said
Mrs. Pecq he feared serious consequences, she would not have
he/she wondered because his/her mother cried as she rubbed the numbed edges and
envoy so softly the pillows.
Jill suffered from the most greater part in his/her mind; for only an acute stab of the pain now
and then he/she remembered to his/her body; but her small remorseful soul
the gives any peace to think about Jack which hurts and
breakups that its vivacious desire has painted in the darkest colors.
"Oh, is not good to me, Mom; I did him/it go, and now he is
horribly hurts, and to die; and it is all of my guilt and each
you/he/she should hate me", poor Jill and sobbed as a left neighbor the room
after having brought in a minute way as Jack it shouted when his
leg had put, and as Frank was found white as a sheet, with his
you lead under the pomp, while Gus restored the tone of his/her friend
nerves, pumping as if the house were on fire.
"Silence, my girl and it goes to sleep. Takes a sup of the good wine Mrs.
Minot sent, for You it is cold as a sod, and it breaks my heart to
sees my Janey this way."
"I cannot go to sleep; I don't see how the mother of Jack could send me
anything when I have half killed him. I want to have cold and badly and
has things horrid sorts to me. Oh, if I ever go out of this bed that I want
is the best girl of the world to pay for this. See if me the ai not!" and Jill
it gave such sign decided that its torn wounds flew all on the pillow
as a shower.
"You would do better immediately to start, for You it won't get out of that bed for a
long while, I am afraid, my lamb", sighed his/her mother, incapable to
you conceal the anxiety that has placed so heavy on his/her heart.
"Are I/you/they hurt evil Mom?"
"I fear him/it girl."
"I am _glad_ of it; I should be worse of Jack, and I hope that I am. I want
bear well it, and immediately is good. Songs, Mom, and I will try
goes to sleep to please You."
Closed Jill his/her eyes with sudden and unusual meekness, and before
his/her mother had sing-songed half a dozen of verses of an old ballad, the