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A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1 Translation Books

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignora
tenía
hadnobusinesstodoit,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
She
prometió
promisedussouthroomswith
un
aviewclosetogether,insteadofwhich
aquí
herearenorthrooms,lookinginto
un
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
un
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,who
había
hadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“It
podría
mightbeLondon.”
Shelookedatthe
dos
tworowsofEnglishpeoplewhoweresittingatthetable;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
y
andredbottlesofwinethat
corrían
ranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
y
andthelatePoetLaureatethat
colgaban
hungbehindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.
Un
A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
única
onlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyou
sientes
feel,too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
puedo
canhardlybelievethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
afuera
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeat
ha
hassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
quiero
wantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
prometió
promisedusinherletterwould
tendrían
havelookedovertheArno.
La
TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynook
hace
doesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
difícil
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
una
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshe
había
hadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoilme:
of
supuesto
course,youmustlookovertheArno,
también
too.
Imeantthat.
The
primera
firstvacantroominthefront—”
“You
debe
musthaveit,”saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshe
hizo
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
no
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
madre
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
nunca
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesadtruthbeowned—a
poco
littlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
y
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Algunos
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
y
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
personas
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leantforward
sobre
overthetableandactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
dijo
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
tengo
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyatapension
gente
peoplelookedthemoverfora
día
dayortwobeforespeaking,
y
andoftendidnotfindoutthatthey
ido
would“do”tilltheyhad
ido
gone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
incluso
evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanoldman,ofheavybuild,
con
withafair,shavenface
y
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
algo
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
aunque
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
exactamente
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotstoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Estos
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probablemente
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
con
withthembeforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumed
una
adazedexpressionwhenhe
habló
spoketoher,andthen
dijo
said:
“Aview?
Oh,aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
dijo
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
tiene
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowasaboutto
hablar
speak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“isthatyou
puedes
canhaveourrooms,andwe’ll
tener
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
mejor
betterclassoftouristwasshockedat
esto
this,andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Srta
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthaslittleas
posible
possible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
eso
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
dijo
saidtheoldman,with
ambos
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fuera
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
ves
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousin
de nuevo
againrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
gusta
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Y
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
como
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohisson,
diciendo
saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobviousthey
deberían
shouldhavetherooms,”saidthe
hijo
son.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
miró
lookattheladiesashe
hablaba
spoke,buthisvoicewasperplexed
y
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
butshe
vio
sawthattheywereinforwhatis
conoce
knownas“quiteascene,”
y
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwhenever
estos
theseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
y
anddeepenedtillitdealt,not
con
withroomsandviews,butwith—well,
con
withsomethingquitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
antes
before.
Nowtheoldmanattacked
Srta
MissBartlettalmostviolently:
Why
debería
shouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
They
irían
wouldclearoutinhalfanhour.
Srta
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
rostro
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
miró
lookedaroundasmuchasto
decir
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Y
Andtwolittleoldladies,whoweresittingfurther
arriba
upthetable,withshawls
colgando
hangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
miraron
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
y
andbegantotoyagain
con
withthemeatthatshe
había
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthoseseemed
muy
veryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
un
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
haremos
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannounced
esta
thisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
extremo
endoftheroomparted,
y
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
pero
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
tomar
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,who
había
hadnotyetacquireddecency,at
inmediato
oncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Por qué
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
debemos
muststopnow,howeverbad
las
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
dijo
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpectthatyou
hayas
haveforgottenus:
MissBartlett
y
andMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
cuando
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’s
esa
thatverycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,who
tenía
hadtheairofoneonaholiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteasclearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Pero
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
y
andacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
ver
seeyou,”saidthegirl,whowasin
un
astateofspiritualstarvation,
y
andwouldhavebeengladto
ver
seethewaiterifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancyhow
pequeño
smalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
también
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedto
dijo
tellmeinthecourseofconversationthatyouhave
acaba
justacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
oí
heardfrommothersolast
semana
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatIknewyouatTunbridgeWells;
pero
butIwrotebackat
inmediato
once,andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
dijo
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummer
Calle
StreetnextJune.
Iam
suerte
luckytobeappointedto
tan
suchacharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
El
ThenameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
madre
motherandmegenerally,andmy
hermano
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
hacemos
gethimtoch——
Thechurchisrather
lejos
faroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
deja
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
comiendo
eatingit,thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
hablar
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
recordaba
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
probablemente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
preguntó
askedthegirlwhethershe
conocía
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedatsomelengththatshe
había
hadneverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadvise
un
anewcomer,andhewas
primero
firstinthefield.
“Don’tneglect
el
thecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“The
primera
firstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
y
androundbySettignano,or
algo
somethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
una
avoicefromthetopof
la
thetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
La
Thefirstfineafternoonyourladies
deben
mustgotoPrato.”
“That
dama
ladylookssoclever,”whispered
Srta
MissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Y
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburston
ellos
them.
Peopletoldthemwhatto
ver
see,whentoseeit,
cómo
howtostoptheelectrictrams,
cómo
howtogetridofthebeggars,
cómo
howmuchtogivefor
un
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
lugar
placewouldgrowuponthem.
La
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
casi
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
harían
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladiessmiled
y
andshoutedatthem.
Andabove
todo
allrosethevoiceof
la
thecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
They
deben
mustgotoPrato.
That
lugar
placeistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
encanta
loveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
joven
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedattheclever
dama
lady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
y
andhisfatherdidnot
hicieron
do.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
encontró
foundtimetowishthey
hicieran
did.
Itgavehernoextrapleasurethatanyone
debiera
shouldbeleftinthe
frío
cold;
andwhensherosetogo,sheturnedback
y
andgavethetwooutsiders
una
anervouslittlebow.
The
padre
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
hijo
sonacknowledgedit,notby
otra
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
y
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
algo
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,who
había
hadalreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
uno
oneintheface,andseemedheavy
con
withmorethancloth.
Beyondthemstood
la
theunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
y
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
niño
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
hizo
madeacuriouslittlescene,
este
thisattemptoftheCockneytoconvey
la
thegraceandgenialityof
la
theSouth.
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortof
una
aBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
realmente
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwasalreadyseatedon
un
atightlystuffedarm-chair,which
tenía
hadthecolourandthecontoursof
un
atomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
y
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
cabeza
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
decía
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeanssomuch.
Cuando
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byany
casualidad
chance,knowthenameof
un
anoldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—as
uno
oneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
diré
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
muy
veryslightly,andshesaid
más
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
joven
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
sería
wouldbeaseriousthing
si
ifIputherunderanobligationto
personas
peopleofwhomweknow
nada
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
espero
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
muy
verynaturally,”saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
y
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
creo
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,of
supuesto
course.
Butwecouldnotbe
bajo
underanobligation.”
“Heisrather
un
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
y
andthensaidgently:
“I
creo
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyouto
mostraras
showgratitude.
Hehasthemerit—ifitisone—of
decir
sayingexactlywhathemeans.
He
tiene
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
y
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
He
no
nomorethoughtofputtingyouunderanobligationthanhe
pensó
thoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—at
menos
least,Ifinditdifficult—to
entender
understandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
y
andsaid:
“Iwashopingthathewasnice;
Idoso
siempre
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“I
creo
thinkheis;
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
casi
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
y
andso,Iexpect—Imay
decir
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Pero
Buthisisatypeonedisagrees
con
withratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
primera
firstcameherehenotunnaturally
pusiera
putpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
no
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
decir
meanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
quiero
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
WenearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
pero
butIamgladto
decir
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedtheconvenient
palabra
word,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhe
ha
hasbroughtuphissontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
conozco
knowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
hablar
talkyet.