Capitolo 42
really he/she didn't know in some intelligible sense his cause. But the
sketch-room and dine-room both they produced on my mind a vague
conscience of constraint. I weakly felt me aware of to be sick to my ease
and inconvenient in them. My his/her own bedroom, on the contrary one it gave me
a pleasant feeling of rest and the liberty and the safety: while the
servant-room and the kitchen seemed perfect heavens of the liberty.
"Ah! many are the time, loses", Jane said with a sigh, while looking above to
the empty grille, "you would come down here to make cakes or kitchens,
and laughter and it jokes likes a child with Mary a' me. I often used
says to Emily--her as it was you cook here in front of Smith of Ellen,--'the Miss One
never so happy as when she is down here in the kitchen.' And 'That is
what you say', Emily tells me, a lot of once and often."
That was precisely the impression gone away on my his/her own mind. I started
concludes, in a weak way, amorphous that my father is due to be a
rather austere man and not comprehensive; what I had felt forced
and inconvenient in his/her presence above, and you/he/she had often been
settled to reach away from his/her eye the comparative liberty and ease
of mine own room or of the quarters of the houseservant-servants.
In the great attic that had been once the room of his/her/their children, I finally made a break,
and it looked at Jane. A strange feeling came me on.
"Jane", I slowly said me, while liking not to frame really the words there are
anything strange on this room. It was not cruel to me, was it?"
"Oh! no, loses", Jane quickly responded. "He was never that that You
he/she would exactly call cruel. He was a father a lot of good person, and it looked
later You well; but he was kind of stern and sulky-as--it would have
his/her really way, and it didn't give held up the whims and desires him,
called 'the em. When you are few, many are the time on which he has sent Him
here for punishment--the disobedience and man likes."
Me taken the photo and experimented, as is, to think of mine
father as I live and with his/her eyes opens. I could not remember the