Capitolo 57
"The Mr. Evan, you are undoubtedly connected with
the Malcoms of Georgia; for them, I believe, it is
come down by the ancient Evans of Scotland.
They is a very rich family and aristocrat,
and me memory to see once their coat-of-arm:
three bannockses and a thistle."
The Mr. Evan was being standing in front of them with
a calm with which it thrilled her/it Mrs. Carroll a
belief in his/her kind blood, for her he/she remembered her/it
just meticulous husband, plebeian whose fortune had
not is never able to purchase him/it the manners of a
gentleman. The Mr. Evan grew a little anymore only a
erects, as he responded, with an unperturbed aspect,--
"I cannot say relationship with the Malcoms
of Georgia or the Evans of Scotland, I believe,,
Mrs.. My father was a grower my grandfather,
a blacksmith blacksmith, and over that my ancestors
you/he/she is been able to be road-street sweepers, for anything me
knows; but anything that they was, I imagine them they were
honest men, for that our boasting has always been,
although, as President Jackson, our coat-of-arm
it is not anything but 'a pair of shirt-sleeves.'"
From the eyes of Debby there the hit a bright look
of the admiration for the young one that could look
two beautiful women in the face and serenely really
what he was poor. Mrs. Carroll tried to appear to
you raise, and, slipping out some personalities, diffused
on the comfort of "to live in an earth where the fame
and fortune is attainable from all to that they chose
earn them", and the contempt that she has felt for those
"who didn't have understanding with the humblest classes,
any interest in the welfare of the run", and many
reflections more moral as new and original as the
Multiplication-table or the Westminster Catechism.
To everybody of what the Mr. Evan listened with
kind deference, although there was anything in
the acute intelligence of his/her eye that has made Debby
blushes for Aunt a little deep Pen, and you rejoice when the
the good lady went out of his/her depth and grabbed on a
new subject as a sailor of drowning is able a hen-coop.