A Room With A View - Forster E.M..pdf - Cove Systems

emembered how he had sighed among the
tombs at Santa Croce because things wouldn't
fit; how after the death of that obscure Italian
he had leant over the parapet by the Arno and
said to her: "I shall want to live, I tell you," He
wanted to live now, to win at tennis, to stand
for all he was worth in the sun--the sun which
had begun to decline and was shining in her
eyes; and he did win.
Ah, how beautiful the Weald looked! The hills
stood out above its radiance, as Fiesole stands
above the Tuscan Plain, and the South Downs,
if one chose, were the mountains of Carrara.
She might be forgetting her Italy, but she was
noticing more things in her England. One
could play a new game with the view, and try
to find in its innumerable folds some town or
village that would do for Florence. Ah, how
beautiful the Weald looked!
But now Cecil claimed her. He chanced to be
in a lucid critical mood, and would not
sympathize with exaltation. He had been