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

A Room with a View | Gradually Hardening Spanish A1-B2 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’s
inesperado
unexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
miró
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeoplewhoweresittingatthe
mesa
table;
attherowofwhitebottlesofwater
y
andredbottlesofwinethat
corrían
ranbetweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelate
Reina
QueenandthelatePoetLaureatethat
colgaban
hungbehindtheEnglishpeople,
fuertemente
heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglish
iglesia
church(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.
Un
A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
única
onlyotherdecorationofthe
pared
wall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
también
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
I
puedo
canhardlybelievethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
afuera
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
carne
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,layingdownher
tenedor
fork.
“Iwantsoto
ver
seetheArno.
TheroomstheSignora
prometió
promisedusinherletterwould
tendrían
havelookedovertheArno.
La
TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynook
hace
doesforme,”MissBartlett
continuó
continued;
“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,partof
cuyos
whosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceof
generosidad
generositytowhichshemademany
una
atactfulallusion.
“No,no.Youmust
tienes
haveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Your
madre
motherwouldneverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
nunca
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthe
triste
sadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
y
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Algunos
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
y
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bred
personas
peoplewhomonedoesmeetabroad—leant
adelante
forwardoverthetableand
realmente
actuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
dijo
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
tengo
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
En general
Generallyatapensionpeople
miraba
lookedthemoverfora
día
dayortwobeforespeaking,
y
andoftendidnotfindoutthatthey
ido
would“do”tilltheyhad
ido
gone.
Sheknewthatthe
intruso
intruderwasill-bred,evenbeforesheglancedathim.
Hewasanoldman,ofheavybuild,
con
withafair,shavenface
y
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
algo
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,
aunque
thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
exactamente
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnotstopto
considerar
consider,forherglancepassedontohis
ropa
clothes.
Thesedidnotattracther.
Hewas
probablemente
probablytryingtobecomeacquainted
con
withthembeforetheygotintothe
nadar
swim.
Sosheassumedadazed
expresión
expressionwhenhespoketoher,
y
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,
una
aview!
Howdelightfula
vista
viewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
dijo
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
tiene
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowasaboutto
hablar
speak.
“WhatImean,”he
continuó
continued,“isthatyoucan
tener
haveourrooms,andwe’ll
tener
haveyours.
We’llchange.”
The
mejor
betterclassoftouristwas
sorprendió
shockedatthis,andsympathized
con
withthenew-comers.
MissBartlett,in
respuesta
reply,openedhermouthaslittleas
posible
possible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuch
hecho
indeed;
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
dijo
saidtheoldman,with
ambos
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquite
fuera
outofthequestion,thankyou.”
“You
ves
see,wedon’tliketotake—”
comenzó
beganLucy.
Hercousinagainrepressed
su
her.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Women
gusta
likelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Y
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
como
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohisson,
diciendo
saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’sso
obvio
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
dijo
saidtheson.
“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,whose
existencia
existenceshehadnotrealized
antes
before.
Nowtheoldman
atacó
attackedMissBartlettalmostviolently:
Por qué
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossible
objeción
objectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutinhalfanhour.
Srta
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesof
conversación
conversation,waspowerlessinthe
presencia
presenceofbrutality.
Itwas
imposible
impossibletosnubanyoneso
asqueroso
gross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
miró
lookedaroundasmuchasto
decir
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Y
Andtwolittleoldladies,whoweresitting
más
furtherupthetable,withshawls
colgando
hangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
miraron
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear,”shesaidtoLucy,
y
andbegantotoyagain
con
withthemeatthatshe
había
hadoncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthose
parecían
seemedveryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyour
cena
dinner,dear.
Thispensionis
un
afailure.
To-morrowwewill
haremos
makeachange.”
Hardlyhadshe
anunciado
announcedthisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsatthe
extremo
endoftheroomparted,
y
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
pero
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
tomar
takehisplaceatthe
mesa
table,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,who
había
hadnotyetacquireddecency,at
inmediato
oncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Por qué
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,how
perfectamente
perfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,we
debemos
muststopnow,howeverbad
las
theroomsare.
Oh!”
MissBartlett
dijo
said,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
I
espero
expectthatyouhaveforgotten
nosotros
us:
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWells
cuando
whenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’s
esa
thatverycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,who
tenía
hadtheairofoneona
vacaciones
holiday,didnotremembertheladiesquiteas
claramente
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Pero
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
y
andacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladto
ver
seeyou,”saidthegirl,whowasin
un
astateofspiritualstarvation,
y
andwouldhavebeengladto
ver
seethewaiterifher
prima
cousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancyhow
pequeño
smalltheworldis.
SummerStreet,
también
too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesinthe
parroquia
parishofSummerStreet,”said
Srta
MissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedto
dijo
tellmeinthecourseof
conversación
conversationthatyouhavejust
aceptar
acceptedtheliving—”.
“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,how
feliz
gladIam!
Thenameofour
casa
houseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
madre
motherandmegenerally,andmy
hermano
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwe
hacemos
gethimtoch——
The
iglesia
churchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
deja
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iam
comiendo
eatingit,thankyou,and
disfrutando
enjoyingit.”
Hepreferredto
hablar
talktoLucy,whoseplayinghe
recordaba
remembered,ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
probablemente
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
preguntó
askedthegirlwhethershe
conocía
knewFlorencewell,andwas
informó
informedatsomelengththatshe
había
hadneverbeentherebefore.
Itis
delicioso
delightfultoadviseanewcomer,
y
andhewasfirstin
el
thefield.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadvice
concluyó
concluded.
“ThefirstfineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,
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,aperfecttorrentof
información
informationburstonthem.
People
decía
toldthemwhattosee,whento
ver
seeit,howtostoptheelectrictrams,
cómo
howtogetridofthebeggars,
cómo
howmuchtogivefor
un
avellumblotter,howmuchthe
lugar
placewouldgrowuponthem.
La
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
casi
almostenthusiastically,thattheywould
harían
do.
Whicheverwaytheylooked,kindladies
sonreían
smiledandshoutedatthem.
Y
Andaboveallrosethe
voz
voiceofthecleverlady,
llorando
crying:
“Prato!
TheymustgotoPrato.
Ese
Thatplaceistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
encanta
loveit;
Irevelin
sacudiendo
shakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
joven
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedatthe
inteligente
cleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohis
plato
plate.
Obviouslyheandhis
padre
fatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofher
éxito
success,foundtimetowishthey
hicieran
did.
Itgaveherno
extra
extrapleasurethatanyone
debiera
shouldbeleftinthe
frío
cold;
andwhensherosetogo,sheturnedback
y
andgavethetwooutsiders
una
anervouslittlebow.
The
padre
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
hijo
sonacknowledgedit,notby
otra
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
y
andsmiling;
heseemedtobe
sonriendo
smilingacrosssomething.
Shehastened
tras
afterhercousin,whohadalready
desaparecido
disappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmote
uno
oneintheface,and
parecía
seemedheavywithmorethan
tela
cloth.
BeyondthemstoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
y
andsupportedby’Enery,herlittle
niño
boy,andVictorier,herdaughter.
It
hizo
madeacuriouslittlescene,
este
thisattemptoftheCockneyto
transmitir
conveythegraceandgenialityof
la
theSouth.
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,which
intentó
attemptedtorivalthesolid
comodidad
comfortofaBloomsburyboarding-house.
Was
esto
thisreallyItaly?
MissBartlettwasalreadyseatedon
un
atightlystuffedarm-chair,which
tenía
hadthecolourandthecontoursof
un
atomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
y
andasshespoke,herlongnarrow
cabeza
headdrovebackwardsandforwards,slowly,
regularmente
regularly,asthoughshewere
demoliendo
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
decía
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeanssomuch.
Cuando
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
un
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
He
expresó
expressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byany
casualidad
chance,knowthenameof
un
anoldmanwhosat
frente
oppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
un
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—as
uno
oneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwill
diré
saynomore.”
Hepressedher
muy
veryslightly,andshesaid
más
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”she
concluyó
concluded,“thechaperonofmy
joven
youngcousin,Lucy,andit
sería
wouldbeaseriousthing
si
ifIputherunderan
obligación
obligationtopeopleofwhomwe
sabemos
knownothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
espero
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youacted
muy
verynaturally,”saidhe.
He
parecía
seemedthoughtful,andafterafewmoments
añadió
added:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
creo
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
daño
harm,ofcourse.
Butwe
podríamos
couldnotbeunderanobligation.”
“Heis
bastante
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhe
dudó
hesitated,andthensaidgently:
“I
creo
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyour
aceptación
acceptance,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;
niceand
agotador
tiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
casi
almosteverypointofany
importancia
importance,andso,Iexpect—I
puedo
maysayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Pero
Buthisisatypeone
acuerdo
disagreeswithratherthandeplores.
Cuando
Whenhefirstcameherehenotunnaturally
pusiera
putpeople’sbacksup.
Hehas
no
notactandnomanners—Idon’t
decir
meanbythatthathehasbadmanners—andhe
quiero
willnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
We
casi
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
pero
butIamgladto
decir
saywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dijo
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
un
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedthe
conveniente
convenientword,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“And
presumiblemente
presumablyhehasbroughtuphis
hijo
sontobeaSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
conozco
knowGeorge,forhehasn’tlearntto
hablar
talkyet.