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A Room with a View | Progressively Translated Portuguese A1 Books

A Room with a View | Progressively Translated Portuguese A1 Books

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
tinha
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
prometeu
promisedussouthroomswith
um
aviewclosetogether,insteadof
que
whichherearenorthrooms,
olhando
lookingintoacourtyard,and
um
alongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
um
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,
que
whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“It
pode
mightbeLondon.”
Shelookedat
as
thetworowsofEnglishpeople
que
whoweresittingatthetable;
at
os
therowofwhitebottlesof
água
waterandredbottlesofwine
que
thatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthe
falecido
lateQueenandthelatePoetLaureate
que
thathungbehindtheEnglish
povo
people,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
que
thatwastheonlyotherdecorationof
a
thewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyou
sentes
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardly
acredito
believethatallkindsof
outras
otherthingsarejustoutside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeen
usada
usedforsoup,”saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
quero
wantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
prometeu
promisedusinherletterwould
teriam
havelookedovertheArno.
TheSignora
tinha
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itis
uma
ashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Srta
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
difícil
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
uma
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshe
tinha
hadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
me
me:
ofcourse,youmust
olhar
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
O
Thefirstvacantroomin
o
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswere
pagas
paidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerosityto
qual
whichshemademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
não
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
mãe
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
nunca
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesad
verdade
truthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
e
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Alguns
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
e
andoneofthem—oneof
a
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoes
encontra
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthetable
e
andactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
disse
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
tenho
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyatapension
pessoas
peoplelookedthemoverfora
dia
dayortwobeforespeaking,
e
andoftendidnotfindout
que
thattheywould“do”tillthey
tivessem
hadgone.
Sheknewthat
o
theintruderwasill-bred,even
antes
beforesheglancedathim.
Hewasan
velho
oldman,ofheavybuild,
com
withafair,shavenface
e
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
algo
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
embora
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
exatamente
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
parou
stoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Estes
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
provavelmente
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
com
withthembeforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumed
uma
adazedexpressionwhenhe
falou
spoketoher,andthen
disse
said:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
disse
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
tem
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
que
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“isthatyou
podem
canhaveourrooms,andwe’ll
ter
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
melhor
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
isso
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Srta
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleas
possível
possible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
isso
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
disse
saidtheoldman,with
ambos
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fora
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
vês
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
dela
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
gostam
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
E
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
como
likeanaughtychild,and
virou
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
deveriam
shouldhavetherooms,”saidthe
filho
son.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
olhou
lookattheladiesashe
falou
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
e
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
mas
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatis
conhecido
knownas“quiteascene,”
e
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwhenever
esses
theseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
e
anddeepenedtillitdealt,not
com
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
com
withsomethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
antes
before.
Nowtheoldmanattacked
Srta
MissBartlettalmostviolently:
Why
deveria
shouldshenotchange?
What
possível
possibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
meia
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,
embora
thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessin
a
thepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
rosto
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
olhou
lookedaroundasmuchasto
dizer
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
E
Andtwolittleoldladies,
que
whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,
com
withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
olharam
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
jantar
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
e
andbegantotoyagain
com
withthemeatthatshe
tinha
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbled
que
thatthoseseemedveryodd
pessoas
peopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,
querida
dear.
Thispensionisafailure.
Amanhã
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardly
tinha
hadsheannouncedthisfelldecision
quando
whenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
fim
endoftheroomparted,
e
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
mas
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
tomar
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
que
whohadnotyetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,wemust
parar
stopnow,howeverbadtherooms
sejam
are.
Oh!”
MissBartlettsaid,
com
withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpect
que
thatyouhaveforgottenus:
Srta
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
quando
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’sthat
muito
verycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,
que
whohadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnotremember
o
theladiesquiteasclearlyastheyremembered
dele
him.
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
suficiente
enoughandacceptedthechairinto
que
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladtoseeyou,”
disse
saidthegirl,whowasin
um
astateofspiritualstarvation,
e
andwouldhavebeengladtoseethewaiter
se
ifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
quão
howsmalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
também
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshe
aconteceu
happenedtotellmeinthe
curso
courseofconversationthatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,Iheardfrom
mãe
mothersolastweek.
Shedidn’tknow
que
thatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
mas
butIwrotebackatonce,
e
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
disse
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Rua
StreetnextJune.
Iam
sorte
luckytobeappointedto
tão
suchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,
como
howgladIam!
The
nome
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
mãe
motherandmegenerally,andmy
irmão
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
conseguimos
gethimtoch——
Thechurchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
deixa
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameating
lo
it,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
falar
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
lembrava
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
provavelmente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
perguntou
askedthegirlwhethershe
conhecia
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedat
algum
somelengththatshehad
nunca
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadvise
um
anewcomer,andhewas
primeiro
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglect
o
thecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfineafternoon
conduz
driveuptoFiesole,androundbySettignano,
ou
orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
uma
avoicefromthetopofthetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
As
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
devem
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
senhora
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Srta
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
E
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburston
eles
them.
Peopletoldthemwhattosee,
quando
whentoseeit,howto
parar
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,
como
howmuchtogivefor
um
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
lugar
placewouldgrowuponthem.
ThePensionBertolini
tinha
haddecided,almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
fariam
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
e
andshoutedatthem.
Andabove
tudo
allrosethevoiceof
a
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
Theymust
ir
gotoPrato.
Thatplaceis
muito
toosweetlysqualidforwords.
Ilove
isso
it;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
jovem
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedattheclever
senhora
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
e
andhisfatherdidnot
fizeram
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
encontrou
foundtimetowishthey
fizessem
did.
Itgavehernoextrapleasurethatany
um
oneshouldbeleftinthe
frio
cold;
andwhensheroseto
ir
go,sheturnedbackand
deu
gavethetwooutsidersanervouslittlebow.
O
Thefatherdidnotseeit;
the
filho
sonacknowledgedit,notby
outra
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
e
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
alguma coisa
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,who
tinha
hadalreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
um
oneintheface,andseemedheavy
com
withmorethancloth.
BeyondthemstoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
e
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
menino
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fez
madeacuriouslittlescene,
esta
thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
e
andgenialityoftheSouth.
E
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,
que
whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortof
uma
aBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
mesmo
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
já
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
que
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofatomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
e
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
cabeça
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishing
algum
someinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
dizia
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
muito
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
um
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
sabe
knowthenameofan
velho
oldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishea
amigo
friendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
direi
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
muito
veryslightly,andshesaid
mais
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
jovem
youngcousin,Lucy,anditwouldbeaserious
coisa
thingifIputher
sob
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomwe
sabemos
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
espero
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
muito
verynaturally,”saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
e
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthe
mesmo
same,Idon’tthinkmuchharmwould
teria
havecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,ofcourse.
Mas
Butwecouldnotbe
sob
underanobligation.”
“Heisrather
um
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
e
andthensaidgently:
“I
acho
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyouto
mostrasses
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
dizer
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
tem
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
e
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
He
não
nomorethoughtofputtingyou
sob
underanobligationthanhe
pensou
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
menos
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
entender
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
e
andsaid:
“Iwashoping
que
thathewasnice;
Idoso
sempre
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
acho
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
quase
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
e
andso,Iexpect—Imay
dizer
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Mas
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
com
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhefirst
veio
cameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
não
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
dizer
meanbythatthathehas
más
badmanners—andhewillnot
guardar
keephisopinionstohimself.
WenearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
mas
butIamgladto
dizer
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeaccepted
a
theconvenientword,notwithout
uma
aslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
filho
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
conheço
knowGeorge,forhehasn’t
aprendeu
learnttotalkyet.