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http://www.vafora.fora.pl/trans,1/i-might-sleep,10265.html#10343
Dear Mrs.
Steerforthwe must all trust to thatin our heaviest misfortunes.'
The earnestness of my mannerand the tears in my eyesalarmed
her. The whole course of her thoughts appeared to stopand change.
I tried to command my voice in gently saying his namebut it
trembled. She repeated it to herselftwo or three timesin a low tone.
Thenaddressing meshe saidwith enforced calmness:
'My son is ill.'
'Very ill.'
'You have seen him?'
'I have.'
'Are you reconciled?'
I could not say YesI could not say No. She slightly turned her head
towards the spot where Rosa Dartle had been standing at her elbow
and in that moment I saidby the motion of my lipsto Rosa'Dead [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!'
That Mrs. Steerforth might not be induced to look behind herand
readplainly writtenwhat she was not yet prepared to knowI met
her look quickly; but I had seen Rosa Dartle throw her hands up in the
air with vehemence of despair and horrorand then clasp them on her
face.
The handsome lady - so likeoh so like [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]! - regarded me with a fixed
lookand put her hand to her forehead. I besought her to be calm
and prepare herself to bear what I had to tell; but I should rather have
entreated her to weepfor she sat like a stone
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