Capitolo 60
It was me me who had said the hand it was Aunt Emma.
As I placed awake and thought, idea suddenly flashed through me,
Could Jane have some grudge of her really against Aunt Emma? It was this a
deliberate plot? That that her bad from his/her warnings that I owe
does hold my mind opens? Because you/he/she had told him from the very first one it was a
woman's hand? Did he/she want to put me against my aunt? And it was Dr.
Marten in league with her? In my frame tortured of mind, I felt everybody
alone in the world. I covered me the head and I sobbed in my uneasiness. ME
doesn't know who my friends it was and that it was against me.
Later to observe long, I finally dozed, street in an uncomfortable sleep. Jane
you/he/she was already snoring from very close to me. I woke up again myself with a
beginning. I was cold and shivering. Me once more I had dreamed the same
I dream Australian. My mother as before been standing kind close to me. You
him bent down and it smoothed my hair: I could see his/her affronts and his/her form
separately. And me now notaries she was as his/her sister Aunt Emma,,
only younger and more beautiful, and never so a lot of slighter. And his/her hand,
also, as auntie was soft and white--very kind and delicate.
It was alone there that I woke up myself--with the hand in front of my eyes. Oh,
as vividly I noticed him/it! The hand of aunt Emma, only younger, and
unscarred on the palm. The hand of family, without doubt: the hand of the
Moores. I remembered, that Aunt Emmas had now, spoken more than once
of that particularity of family. It crossed the house, she said. But
my hand was rather different: not the Moores type at all: I supposed me
you/he/she has had to pick him up, as it was natural from the Callinghams.
And then, in my absolute horror and my loneliness, an even more terrible and
horrible thought introduced him me. This was the hand of my mother me
it in the portrait. It was it my mother, indeed that beaten the
murder? Living beings or dead? If mine father had put on her some
badly sorrowful? Had you/he/she faked to find out her some way? It had him