Capitolo 51
his/her awkwardness. But when she saw the face of Tom, Polly was
frightened, for the had color all gone out of him, its eyes looked
strange and confused, and drops of blood started to drip from a great
you cut on his/her forehead. Also, the men saw him/it and they had above him in a
minute; but he could not be standing, and it fixed around him in a senseless kind
of way, as he sat on the curbstone, while Polly held her/it
handkerchief to his/her forehead, and it pathetically implored to know if
he was killed.
"You don't frighten mother, me 'the meter every right. Done become shaken, didn't it do me?" he asked,
to the moment, eyeing the prostrate velocipede with more anxiety around
his/her damages that his really.
"I knew her 'd is made evil as soon as with that horrid thing allows him to be, and
you return home, for Your head it horribly bleeds, and each is
looking at us", whispered Polly, trying to lace the small handkerchief
on the ugly cut.
"Comes, then. Jove! as strange my touches of makes a will! I/you/he/she give us a push,
please. Firm to howl, Maud and return in house. You bring the
car and me 'll the pagan, Pat." As he spoke, Tom slowly chose
him and consolidating himself/herself/itself from the shoulder of Polly, issued
commands, and the procession fell on-line. Before, the great dog,
barking to intervals; then the benevolent Irishman, rolling
"that divils of a top", as he unkindly called they idolized him
velocipede; the wounded hero, thought then by the useful Polly;
and Maud threw on the back in torn wounds, the beret of Tom that brings.
Mrs. Shaw was unfortunately driving out, with grandmother, and
Fanny was making calls; there were then anybody but Polly to
coop next to Tom, for the living room-houseservant become weak to the sight of
blood and the room-houseservant it lost his/her intelligence in the gust. It was a
bad cut, and it has to be it sewed on it immediately said the doctor, as soon as
he came. "Someone has to contain his/her head; " he added, as him
threaded his/her small strange needle.
"Me 'lls still hold, but if someone has to contain me, face Polly. You the ai not