Capitolo 24
life, and leaving memoirs only tender for the
gleaners that had come so late.
The old men sat in the shade of the tree his
his/her own hands planted; its branches of fruit shone redly,
and its leaves still talked to low voice the low lullaby
that did him/it keep silent to his/her rest.
"As fast he sleeps! Poor father! I owe
you/he/she has come before and you/he/she has done him pleasant for
him."
As she spoke, Nan lifted on the head bent down
on his/her breast, and he/she kissed his/her pale cheek.
"Oh, John, this is not sleep."
"Yes, dear, the happiest he ever wants
knows."
For a moment the shades sparkled on three
white faces and the silence solemnly deepened.
Then John reverently the hole the pale form in, and
Nan allowed to fall down close to him, while saying, with a rain
of wounds torn grilles,--
"He kissed when I went, and say a last
good-night!'"
For a hour you pass they went on and back around her,
a lot of voices whispered near skilled hands and she
the beloved clay that she has contained so fast touched; but one
within one the busy feet fainted, one to the time the
bawls died away, and human ability showed him vain.
Then her Mrs. Lord attracted the orphan to the refuge of
his/her arm, calming her/it with the mute comfort of that
maternal embrace.
"Nan, Nan! here is the Phillip! come and sees!"
The happy call king-echoed through the house,
and Nan jumped on as if its time for the pain were
past.
"I owe dirloro. Oh, my poor girls, as
will they bear him/it?--they has known so little
be distressed!"
But there was no need for her to speak; other
lips had saved her the hard assignment. For, as her
mixed to satisfy them, a to whine acute rented the air footsteps,
encircled on the steps and two creatures wild-dagli eyes
entered the silence of that family room, for the
before reunion of time without welcome from them
father's voice.
With an impulse, Of and Lauras ran away to Nan.
and his/her sisters' together clung in a silent embrace,
more eloquent than the words. John took his
mother from the hand, and it conducted her/it from the room,
closing the door on the sacredness of the pain.