A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
ony young man scorched black by the sun, rose to greet her with the courtesy of a host and the assurance of a relative. "Dove?" said Lucy, after much anxious thought. His face lit up. Of course he knew where, Not so far either. His arm swept three-fourths of the horizon. He should just think he did know where. He pressed his finger-tips to his forehead and then pushed them towards her, as if oozing with visible extract of knowledge. More seemed necessary. What was the Italian for "clergyman"? "Dove buoni uomini?" said she at last. Good? Scarcely the adjective for those noble beings! He showed her his cigar. "Uno--piu--piccolo," was her next remark, implying "Has the cigar been given to you by
Mr. Beebe, the smaller of the two good men?" She was correct as usual. He tied the horse to a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his hat, encouraged his moustache, and in rather less than a quarter of a minute was ready to conduct her. Italians are born knowing the way. It would seem that the whole earth lay before them, not as a map, but as a chess-board, whereon they continually behold the changing pieces as well as the squares. Any one can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God. He only stopped once, to pick her some great blue violets. She thanked him with real pleasure. In the company of this common man the world was beautiful and direct. For the first time she felt the influence of Spring. His arm swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other things, existed in great profusion there; would she like to see them?"
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Mr. Beebe, the smaller of the two good men?"<br />
She was correct as usual. He tied the horse to<br />
a tree, kicked it to make it stay quiet, dusted<br />
the carriage, arranged his hair, remoulded his<br />
hat, encouraged his moustache, and in rather<br />
less than a quarter of a minute was ready to<br />
conduct her. Italians are born knowing the<br />
way. It would seem that the whole earth lay<br />
before them, not as a map, but as a<br />
chess-board, whereon they continually behold<br />
the changing pieces as well as the squares.<br />
Any one can find places, but the finding of<br />
people is a gift from God.<br />
He only stopped once, to pick her some great<br />
blue violets. She thanked him with real<br />
pleasure. In the company of this common man<br />
the world was beautiful and direct. For the first<br />
time she felt the influence of Spring. His arm<br />
swept the horizon gracefully; violets, like other<br />
things, existed in great profusion there; would<br />
she like to see them?"
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