Capitolo 92
brain vaguely swam, stuffing full with whirling and wild thoughts; the
strange play of my life, while always abounding with mysteries, it seemed to
you finish in this reception in an unknown earth from people that
almost seemed to know more business mine that me I did. ME
looked fixed in absent way out of the window. In of the weak and vague way I saw us we were
passing among rocky hills, pine-dressed and beautiful with deep
looks now and then in the throat of riven of a noble river. But me
doesn't also understand to me that these were Canadian hills--those
it was the heights of Abraham--that was the silver St. Lawrence. It
all passed from as a living dream. I still sat on my chair as one
deafened and faint; I looked fixed out, deader than I live, on the
little family scene that is explained first in delicious panorama
me. Quebec and the hills of Laurentian were to me unreal mean: the
inside senses were awake and aware alone.
To the moment a kind voice to my side broke, not to entirely unpleasantly,
the tide of my reflections. It was the voice of a lady, a lot of dessert and
musical.
"I am afraid", it kindly said, with an air of the tender promptness, "You
you/he/she has only just caught the train, and it was hasty and worried and
flurried to the last one to the station. You seem so white and tired.
As Your breath comes and goes! And I think that you are new to ours
Canadian ways. I saw you it didn't understand on the controls for the
baggage. Allows me to bring away this purse and puts above it in the framework for
You. Here is a stool for Your feet; those will manufacture him more
comfortable."
To the first sound of his/her sweet voice, I turned to look at the
orator. You were a girl, perhaps one year or two more youth that me,
very slender and graced, and with eyes as a mother. You were not
exactly beautiful, but its face was so full of the intelligence and
expression that a great quantity was worth more than some doll-as
grace.
Perhaps it was to like to having kindly spoken to all in this
earth of extraneous; perhaps it was revulsion from the agony of the shame