F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 72

presses it fervently to his/her lips.

Although it put over the pale one of society-although it envied within one
extreme and it avoided from him other-she finds George her only truth
friend. He divides and smooth softly on his smoothed he/she picks her/it up on the shoulders
ruffled hair;  he looks above at her with the tenderness of a
brother;  he extinguishes and it dries away the blood that filters from her
wounded breast;  he kisses and he/she kisses her/it it lined up the text cheek, and it bathes
his/her Ion-as eyebrow. He forgives everybody. Its heart would speak if his
language had words to represent him/it. He is able the past is bury-the
thought of the forgotten offended possession. You recognize in his
the promptness for her the sincerity of his/her heart. It touches likes sweet
music the ropes of tenderest of her really;  and as fountains of jet
its great black eyes fill with torn wounds. You bury his/her face in her
hands, crying, "Never never, George, (I swear him/it in front of the God me
you/he/she has offended, but which pardon that I anchor I pray,) desire me again
forget my obligation to you! I don't take care of as tall in station he who
look for me you/he/she can be. Ambitious!--I was misguided. His/her money he/she decoyed away me,
but he betrayed me in front of his/her promises. Of from now on I now have
nothing for this deceptive world;  I receive of him nothing but
betrayal--"

"The world doesn't want anything more than both us", it interrupts George.

More wounded in feelings his that in his/her meat, she sobs, and holds
his/her hands it likes one in desperation.

"You have the ambition. I am too much poor man to serve Your ambition!"

That word, too much "poor" it is more than her confused brain it is already able
is born on under. He/she returns the terrible portrait of their past
history;  it goads and it torments his a lot of soul. You the arm throws him
frantically on his/her neck;  press him/it to his/her breast;  kiss him/it
with the fervor of a child. Having hocked his/her pardon with a