F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams

Capitolo 25

even if she caressed him, talked to him and it smoothed his little
locks, she withstood his/her attempts to climb on his/her knee:  she had cold.

"It says mother I seem him/it, and so ago old Aunt Rachel, Miss
Franconia-they does", he/she talks to low voice his/her child, timidly as it twisted his
fingers round off the rings on the hand of Franconia. Franconia blushed,
and it threw an inquiring glance to Clotilda.

"You don't have to be mischievous", she says;  "those black little devils You the play with
around the box of Aunt Rachel you teach badly him. You have to be accurate with
his/her, Clotilda;  never allows her/it such things to white people:  her
you/he/she can use such expressions in front of strangers,-what it would be extremely
painful-"

"It seems too much simple:  if doesn't is not sin social there, because it fears the
degradation?" she quietly interrupts. "You cannot hold him/it from the
child. Or, as I should like to know my strange history,
To know if you/he/she can be that I was born to so cruel
adversities, so bitter heart-pains, so dark premonitions. If
I was, then it is me I satisfy with my destiny."

Franconia attentively listened, saw the anguish that was bursting
the confinements of the feelings of the unhappy woman, and it interrupted from
saying, "you Speak of him anybody more, Clotilda. Picks up Your child;  goes to Your
box. I will be some days:  to-tomorrow I will visit there her."
As she spoke, her the hand waved him, he/she offers Clotilda her good night, while kissing
It annexes as she was conducted down steps. Alone, she now starts
you contemplate more deeply the subject. "It has to be wrong", she says
her:  "but few is suited for feeling him/it who have the power to remove
it. The poor creature seems so unhappy;  and my feelings are sorry
when they tell them me she seems how much me--and it has to be this way;  for
when she sat from my side, while looking in the glass the portrait of
similarity touched deeply my feelings. 'Tis not the thing for Uncle
way of living so in. I, loved here and beloved, with the luxury
of wealth and friends to my pleasure;  I am caressed:  she is but