A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems
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"Do not cry, dearest. Take your time." "I have been obstinate and silly--worse than you know, far worse. Once by the river--Oh, but he isn't killed--he wouldn't be killed, would he?" The thought disturbed her repentance. As a matter of fact, the storm was worst along the road; but she had been near danger, and so she thought it must be near to every one. "I trust not. One would always pray against that." "He is really--I think he was taken by surprise, just as I was before. But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. I had silly thoughts. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book."
"In a book?" "Heroes--gods--the nonsense of schoolgirls." "And then?" "But, Charlotte, you know what happened then." Miss Bartlett was silent. Indeed, she had little more to learn. With a certain amount of insight she drew her young cousin affectionately to her. All the way back Lucy's body was shaken by deep sighs, which nothing could repress. "I want to be truthful," she whispered. "It is so hard to be absolutely truthful." "Don't be troubled, dearest. Wait till you are calmer. We will talk it over before bed-time in my room." So they re-entered the city with hands
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"Do not cry, dearest. Take your time."<br />
"I have been obstinate and silly--worse than<br />
you know, far worse. Once by the river--Oh,<br />
but he isn't killed--he wouldn't be killed, would<br />
he?"<br />
The thought disturbed her repentance. As a<br />
matter of fact, the storm was worst along the<br />
road; but she had been near danger, and so<br />
she thought it must be near to every one.<br />
"I trust not. One would always pray against<br />
that."<br />
"He is really--I think he was taken by<br />
surprise, just as I was before. But this time I'm<br />
not to blame; I want you to believe that. I<br />
simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to<br />
be really truthful. I am a little to blame. I had<br />
silly thoughts. The sky, you know, was gold,<br />
and the ground all blue, and for a moment he<br />
looked like some one in a book."
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