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

tower had lost the reflection of the declining
day, and joined itself to earth. How should she
talk to Mr. Emerson when he returned from the
shadowy square? Again the thought occurred
to her, "Oh, what have I done?"--the thought
that she, as well as the dying man, had crossed
some spiritual boundary.
He returned, and she talked of the murder.
Oddly enough, it was an easy topic. She spoke
of the Italian character; she became almost
garrulous over the incident that had made her
faint five minutes before. Being strong
physically, she soon overcame the horror of
blood. She rose without his assistance, and
though wings seemed to flutter inside her, she
walked firmly enough towards the Arno. There
a cabman signalled to them; they refused him.
"And the murderer tried to kiss him, you
say--how very odd Italians are!--and gave
himself up to the police! Mr. Beebe was saying
that Italians know everything, but I think they
are rather childish. When my cousin and I