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A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Portuguese A1-B2 Books

A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Portuguese A1-B2 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’s
inesperado
unexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
olhou
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeople
que
whoweresittingatthe
mesa
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesof
água
waterandredbottlesof
vinho
winethatranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthe
falecido
lateQueenandthelate
Poeta
PoetLaureatethathungbehindtheEnglish
povo
people,heavilyframed;
atthe
aviso
noticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),
que
thatwastheonlyother
decoração
decorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyou
sentes
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Ican
dificilmente
hardlybelievethatallkindsof
outras
otherthingsarejustoutside.
I
suponho
supposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
carne
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
garfo
fork.
“Iwantsoto
ver
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
prometeu
promisedusinherletterwould
teriam
havelookedovertheArno.
TheSignora
tinha
hadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itis
uma
ashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Srta
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoes
parece
seemhardthatyoushouldn’t
ter
haveaview.”
Lucyfelt
que
thatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’t
mimar
spoilme:
ofcourse,youmust
olhar
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
O
Thefirstvacantroomin
o
thefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,partof
cujas
whosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—a
pedaço
pieceofgenerositytowhichshe
fez
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
não
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“I
insisto
insistonit.
Yourmotherwould
nunca
neverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
nunca
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthe
triste
sadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
e
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Alguns
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
e
andoneofthem—oneof
a
theill-bredpeoplewhomonedoes
encontra
meetabroad—leantforwardoverthe
mesa
tableandactuallyintrudedintotheir
discussão
argument.
Hesaid:.
“Ihave
uma
aview,Ihaveaview.”
Srta
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyata
pensão
pensionpeoplelookedthemoverfora
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,forher
olhar
glancepassedontohis
roupas
clothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
provavelmente
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
com
withthembeforetheygotintotheswim.
Soshe
assumiu
assumedadazedexpressionwhenhe
falou
spoketoher,andthen
disse
said:
“Aview?
Oh,a
vista
view!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
disse
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
tem
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,
que
whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”he
continuou
continued,“isthatyoucan
ter
haveourrooms,andwe’ll
ter
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
melhor
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
isso
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Srta
MissBartlett,inreply,openedher
boca
mouthaslittleaspossible,
e
andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
isso
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
disse
saidtheoldman,with
ambos
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fora
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
vês
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
começou
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
dela
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
gostam
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
E
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
como
likeanaughtychild,and
virou
turnedtohisson,saying,“George,
persuadi
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-bredtouristsspokethe
competição
contestwidenedanddeepenedtillit
lidava
dealt,notwithroomsandviews,
mas
butwith—well,withsomethingquite
diferente
different,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
antes
before.
Nowtheoldman
atacou
attackedMissBartlettalmostviolently:
Porque
Whyshouldshenotchange?
What
possível
possibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
meia
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,
embora
thoughskilledinthedelicaciesof
conversa
conversation,waspowerlessinthe
presença
presenceofbrutality.
Itwas
impossível
impossibletosnubanyoneso
nojento
gross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
olhou
lookedaroundasmuchasto
dizer
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
E
Andtwolittleoldladies,
que
whoweresittingfurtherupthe
mesa
table,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
olharam
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
jantar
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
e
andbegantotoyagain
com
withthemeatthatshe
tinha
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbled
que
thatthoseseemedveryodd
pessoas
peopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,dear.
Esta
Thispensionisafailure.
Amanhã
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardly
tinha
hadsheannouncedthisfell
decisão
decisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
fim
endoftheroomparted,
e
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
mas
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
tomar
takehisplaceatthe
mesa
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,
que
whohadnotyetacquired
decência
decency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,how
perfeitamente
perfectlylovely!
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
whohadtheairofoneona
férias
holiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteas
claramente
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Mas
Buthecameforwardpleasantly
suficiente
enoughandacceptedthechairinto
que
whichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
feliz
gladtoseeyou,”saidthe
menina
girl,whowasina
estado
stateofspiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeen
feliz
gladtoseethewaiter
se
ifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
quão
howsmalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
também
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
paróquia
parishofSummerStreet,”saidMissBartlett,
preenchendo
fillingupthegap,“andshe
aconteceu
happenedtotellmeinthe
curso
courseofconversationthatyouhavejust
aceitar
acceptedtheliving—”.
“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——
The
igreja
churchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
deixa
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameating
lo
it,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
He
preferiu
preferredtotalktoLucy,
cujo
whoseplayingheremembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
provavelmente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
perguntou
askedthegirlwhethershe
conhecia
knewFlorencewell,andwas
informado
informedatsomelengththatshe
tinha
hadneverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
aconselhar
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
primeiro
firstinthefield.
“Don’t
negligencie
neglectthecountryround,”his
conselho
adviceconcluded.
“Thefirstfine
tarde
afternoondriveuptoFiesole,
e
androundbySettignano,or
algo
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
uma
avoicefromthetopofthe
mesa
table.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
As
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
devem
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
senhora
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Srta
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
E
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
informações
informationburstonthem.
People
diziam
toldthemwhattosee,
quando
whentoseeit,howto
parar
stoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,
como
howmuchtogivefor
um
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
lugar
placewouldgrowuponthem.
The
Pensão
PensionBertolinihaddecided,almostenthusiastically,
que
thattheywoulddo.
Whicheverwaythey
olhassem
looked,kindladiessmiledand
gritavam
shoutedatthem.
Andabove
tudo
allrosethevoiceof
a
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
Theymust
ir
gotoPrato.
Thatplaceistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
Ilove
isso
it;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
jovem
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedatthe
inteligente
cleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohis
prato
plate.
Obviouslyheandhis
pai
fatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofher
sucesso
success,foundtimetowishthey
fizessem
did.
Itgaveherno
extra
extrapleasurethatanyone
deveria
shouldbeleftinthe
frio
cold;
andwhensheroseto
ir
go,sheturnedbackand
deu
gavethetwooutsidersanervouslittlebow.
O
Thefatherdidnotseeit;
the
filho
sonacknowledgedit,notby
outra
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
e
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
sorrir
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastened
após
afterhercousin,whohad
já
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
um
oneintheface,and
parecia
seemedheavywithmorethan
pano
cloth.
Beyondthemstoodthe
confiável
unreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
e
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
menino
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
fez
madeacuriouslittlescene,
esta
thisattemptoftheCockneyto
transmitir
conveythegraceandgenialityofthe
Sul
South.
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,
que
whichattemptedtorivalthe
sólido
solidcomfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Was
isto
thisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
já
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
que
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursofa
tomate
tomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
e
andasshespoke,herlong
estreita
narrowheaddrovebackwardsandforwards,
devagar
slowly,regularly,asthoughshewere
demolindo
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
dizia
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
muito
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
um
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
expressou
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
sabe
knowthenameofan
velho
oldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishea
amigo
friendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
direi
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
muito
veryslightly,andshesaid
mais
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
concluiu
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
jovem
youngcousin,Lucy,anditwouldbeaserious
coisa
thingifIputher
sob
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomwe
sabemos
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
espero
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“You
agiu
actedverynaturally,”saidhe.
He
parecia
seemedthoughtful,andaftera
alguns
fewmomentsadded:
“Allthe
mesmo
same,Idon’tthinkmuchharmwould
teria
havecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,ofcourse.
Mas
Butwecouldnotbe
sob
underanobligation.”
“Heis
bastante
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
hesitou
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
acho
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
aceitação
acceptance,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;
niceand
cansativo
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
quase
almosteverypointofany
importância
importance,andso,Iexpect—I
posso
maysayIhope—youwill
divergirá
differ.
Buthisisa
tipo
typeonedisagreeswithrather
de
thandeplores.
Whenhefirst
veio
cameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
não
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
dizer
meanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
vai
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
We
quase
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
mas
butIamgladto
dizer
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
disse
saidMissBartlett,“thatheisaSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebe
aceitou
acceptedtheconvenientword,not
sem
withoutaslighttwitchingof
a
thelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphis
filho
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
conheço
knowGeorge,forhehasn’t
aprendeu
learnttotalkyet.