F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 12

in the faces of those that provoke him/it with facetious comments, then
scannings his/her haberdashery. There still the rests anything being sorry to
him. Its sense of taste is in danger. This anything test to be a
ruled and sooty shirt, opens before, and disclosing the rests of a
red flannel under-garment. Every few minutes want him, as if you/he/she is touched
with a sense of the shame, twists him his/her shoulders and draughts in before the
shipwreck of his/her coat of collarless, evidently very irritated that fails
to cover the defensive shelter of average height of his/her anguish.

Again he thrusts his/her hands in his/her pockets, and with an air of
apparent satisfaction, struts twice him or three times through the dark room,
as if he showed as far him you/he/she has earned his/her equilibrium. "I am able
angry right goes;  yes, angry, if the whiskey is not drawn, him
it pursues, while shortly stopping in one of his/her sallies, and with a rhetorical
blooms, while sharpening to the silver piece him so exultinglies launched
on the table. As if its brain was grabbed again by the destroyer
you blaze, its expression becomes livid, its eyes flash wildly on
every near object him;  then him he draws in a tragic attitude,
it horribly twists his/her more horrendous face, it disdainfully throws his/her beret
to the earth, and it starts lacerating from his/her head the black covered with mats
hair that confusedly they cover him/it. "If mine mother thinks this an appropriate
puts for me--" He makes a break in the middle one of his/her sentence, it gives a
imploring fixed look to its companions, shakes and hangs down its head;
then his/her spools of brain, and its frame trembles, and as a lifeless
heaps he falls to the floor.

"I have now gone--gone--gone--gone!" he murmurs, with a spasmodic effort,
covering his/her face with his/her hands.

"He must be become rabid;  You can only save him/it with a hair of the same dog,"
measuredly one of the prisoner suggests, while folding up his/her arm, and
mechanically reputing the unfortunate man.

A second suits him with the first one;  a bystander says him you/he/she is passed care, nevertheless