Capitolo 67
and there is no some one to help right to find me when I find badly. ME
you envy Fanny; but I don't now do, for his/her father and mother
he doesn't take care of her as my face of me. You are afraid of his/her father,
and ago his/her mother to do as it likes her. Me 'gladiolus of meter that I have come nevertheless, for
I see money give to people everything; but me 'd likes a few all the
same, for him it is so comfortable to buy the beautiful things. I read on mine
diary just now, and me 'the afraid meter it 's not a good person; for I have said me
all order here of things on the people, and it are not kind. I owe
the torn ones out, only I promised to hold my notebook, and I want to speak
on things that confuse me with mother. I now see that it is mine
you blame a good quantity; for me I/you/they have not been half as patient, and pleasant as
I should be. Me really I will try for the rest of the time, and it is as good person
and thankful as me I am able; for me I want that I like they, although me 'the meter only
'an old style girl of country.'"
What the last sentence made Fanny close the book, with a face full of
senzo of guilt; for her you/he/she had said her those words, in an adaptation of
irritability, and Polly had not made answer, although its eyes filled
and its cheeks burned. Fan opened its lips to say anything, but
not a sound followed, for Polly there is standing that looks to them with a
expression that they had not seen before never.
"What is you/he/she doing with my things?" she required, in a minimum
you tune up, while its eyes made to turn on and its color changed.
"Maud showed us a book that she has founded, and we was looking only to
the portraits", Fanny started, while allowing to fall him/it as if burnt his/her fingers.
"And reading my diary, and laughing to my presents and then,
blaming to Maud. It 's the thing of meanest that me I have ever seen; and me
'lls never forgive her until me I live!"
It said Polly, this everything in an indignant breath, and then as if frightened of