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A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

A Room with a View | Progressive Translation Books for Turkish A1 Students

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoit,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
Shepromisedussouthroomswith
bir
aviewclosetogether,insteadofwhich
burada
herearenorthrooms,lookinginto
bir
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
bir
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,whohadbeenfurthersaddenedbytheSignora’sunexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
baktı
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeoplewhoweresittingatthetable;
attherowof
beyaz
whitebottlesofwaterand
kırmızı
redbottlesofwinethatran
arasında
betweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelateQueen
ve
andthelatePoetLaureatethathung
arkasında
behindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
tek
onlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
de
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardlybelievethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
dışarıda
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“Thismeathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
istiyorum
wantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwouldhave
bakıyordu
lookedovertheArno.
TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Anynookdoesforme,”
Bayan
MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoesseem
zor
hardthatyoushouldn’thave
bir
aview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeenselfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
beni
me:
ofcourse,youmust
bakmalısın
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
The
ilk
firstvacantroominthefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceofgenerositytowhichshe
yaptı
mademanyatactfulallusion.
“No,
hayır
no.Youmusthaveit.”
“Iinsistonit.
Yourmotherwould
asla
neverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
asla
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthesadtruthbeowned—alittlepeevish.
Theyweretired,
ve
andundertheguiseofunselfishnesstheywrangled.
Bazıları
Someoftheirneighboursinterchangedglances,
ve
andoneofthem—oneoftheill-bredpeoplewhom
biri
onedoesmeetabroad—leantforwardoverthetable
ve
andactuallyintrudedintotheirargument.
He
dedi
said:.
“Ihaveaview,I
var
haveaview.”
MissBartlettwasstartled.
Generallyat
bir
apensionpeoplelookedthemoverfor
bir
adayortwobeforespeaking,
ve
andoftendidnotfindoutthattheywould“do”tilltheyhadgone.
Sheknewthattheintruderwasill-bred,
bile
evenbeforesheglancedat
ona
him.
Hewasanoldman,ofheavybuild,
ile
withafair,shavenface
ve
andlargeeyes.
Therewas
şey
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
tam
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
durmadı
stoptoconsider,forherglancepassedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnotattract
onu
her.
Hewasprobablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
önce
beforetheygotintotheswim.
Sosheassumed
bir
adazedexpressionwhenhespoketoher,
ve
andthensaid:
“Aview?
Oh,
bir
aview!
Howdelightfulaviewis!”
“Thisismyson,”
dedi
saidtheoldman;
“hisname’sGeorge.
He
var
hasaviewtoo.”
“Ah,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,repressingLucy,whowasabouttospeak.
“WhatImean,”hecontinued,“isthatyoucanhaveourrooms,andwe’llhaveyours.
We’llchange.”
Thebetterclassoftouristwasshockedatthis,
ve
andsympathizedwiththenew-comers.
Bayan
MissBartlett,inreply,openedhermouthas
az
littleaspossible,andsaid“Thankyouverymuchindeed;
bu
thatisoutofthequestion.”
“Why?”
dedi
saidtheoldman,with
iki
bothfistsonthetable.
“Becauseitisquiteoutofthequestion,
teşekkür
thankyou.”
“Yousee,wedon’t
gibi
liketotake—”
beganLucy.
Hercousin
tekrar
againrepressedher.
“Butwhy?”
hepersisted.
“Womenlikelookingataview;
mendon’t.”
Ve
Andhethumpedwithhisfists
gibi
likeanaughtychild,andturnedtohisson,
dedi
saying,“George,persuadethem!”
“It’ssoobvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
dedi
saidtheson.
“There’snothingelsetosay.”
Hedidnot
bakmadı
lookattheladiesashespoke,
ama
buthisvoicewasperplexed
ve
andsorrowful.
Lucy,too,wasperplexed;
ama
butshesawthattheywereinforwhatisknownas“quiteascene,”
ve
andshehadanoddfeelingthatwhenevertheseill-bredtouristsspokethecontestwidened
ve
anddeepenedtillitdealt,notwithrooms
ve
andviews,butwith—well,withsomething
oldukça
quitedifferent,whoseexistenceshehadnotrealized
önce
before.
Nowtheoldmanattacked
Bayan
MissBartlettalmostviolently:
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
yarım
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,thoughskilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyonesogross.
Her
yüzü
facereddenedwithdispleasure.
She
baktı
lookedaroundasmuchasto
dedi
say,“Areyoualllikethis?”
Ve
Andtwolittleoldladies,whoweresittingfurtherupthetable,withshawlshangingoverthebacksofthechairs,
baktılar
lookedback,clearlyindicating“Wearenot;
wearegenteel.”
“Eatyourdinner,dear,”she
dedi
saidtoLucy,andbegantotoy
tekrar
againwiththemeatthatshehadoncecensured.
Lucymumbledthatthoseseemed
çok
veryoddpeopleopposite.
“Eatyourdinner,
canım
dear.
Thispensionisafailure.
Yarın
To-morrowwewillmakeachange.”
Hardlyhadsheannouncedthisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
Thecurtainsattheendoftheroomparted,
ve
andrevealedaclergyman,stout
ama
butattractive,whohurriedforwardto
almak
takehisplaceatthetable,cheerfullyapologizingforhislateness.
Lucy,whohadnot
henüz
yetacquireddecency,atoncerosetoherfeet,exclaiming:
“Oh,oh!
Why,it’sMr.Beebe!
Oh,
ne kadar
howperfectlylovely!
Oh,Charlotte,wemust
durmalıyız
stopnow,howeverbadtheroomsare.
Oh!”
Bayan
MissBartlettsaid,withmorerestraint:.
“Howdoyoudo,Mr.Beebe?
Iexpectthatyouhaveforgotten
bizi
us:
MissBartlettandMissHoneychurch,whowereatTunbridgeWellswhenyouhelpedtheVicarofSt.Peter’s
o
thatverycoldEaster.”
Theclergyman,whohadtheairof
biri
oneonaholiday,didnot
hatırlamıyordu
remembertheladiesquiteasclearlyasthey
hatırlamıyordu
rememberedhim.
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
ve
andacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamsogladtoseeyou,”
dedi
saidthegirl,whowasin
bir
astateofspiritualstarvation,
ve
andwouldhavebeengladtoseethewaiterifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
ne kadar
howsmalltheworldis.
Summer
Street
Street,too,makesitsospeciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedtotellmeinthecourseofconversationthatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“Yes,I
duydum
heardfrommothersolast
hafta
week.
Shedidn’tknowthatI
bilmiyordu
knewyouatTunbridgeWells;
ama
butIwrotebackatonce,
ve
andIsaid:
‘Mr.
Beebeis—’”.
“Quiteright,”
dedi
saidtheclergyman.
“ImoveintotheRectoryatSummerStreet
önümüzdeki
nextJune.
Iamluckytobeappointedtosuch
bir
acharmingneighbourhood.”
“Oh,howgladIam!
The
adı
nameofourhouseisWindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
annem
motherandmegenerally,andmy
kardeşim
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
Thechurchisrather
uzakta
faroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
izin
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameatingit,
teşekkür
thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
HepreferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,ratherthanto
Bayan
MissBartlett,whoprobablyrememberedhissermons.
He
sordu
askedthegirlwhethershe
tanıyor
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedatsomelengththatshehad
hiç
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfultoadviseanewcomer,
ve
andhewasfirstinthefield.
“Don’tneglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“Thefirst
güzel
fineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,androundbySettignano,
ya da
orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
bir
avoicefromthetopofthetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
Thefirst
güzel
fineafternoonyourladiesmust
gitmeli
gotoPrato.”
“Thatladylookssoclever,”whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Ve
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentofinformationburstonthem.
Peopletoldthemwhattosee,
zaman
whentoseeit,howtostoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,how
kadar
muchtogiveforavellumblotter,how
kadar
muchtheplacewouldgrowuponthem.
ThePensionBertolinihaddecided,
neredeyse
almostenthusiastically,thattheywoulddo.
Whicheverwaythey
baksalar
looked,kindladiessmiledandshoutedatthem.
Ve
Andaboveallrosethevoiceofthecleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
Theymust
gitmeliler
gotoPrato.
Thatplaceistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
seviyorum
loveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
genç
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedatthecleverlady,
ve
andthenreturnedmoodilytohisplate.
Obviouslyhe
ve
andhisfatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
buldu
foundtimetowishtheydid.
It
vermiyordu
gavehernoextrapleasurethatany
bir
oneshouldbeleftinthecold;
ve
andwhensheroseto
gitmek
go,sheturnedbackand
verdi
gavethetwooutsidersanervouslittlebow.
The
babası
fatherdidnotseeit;
the
oğul
sonacknowledgedit,notby
başka
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
ve
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmilingacross
şey
something.
Shehastenedafterhercousin,whohad
zaten
alreadydisappearedthroughthecurtains—curtainswhichsmoteoneintheface,
ve
andseemedheavywithmorethancloth.
Beyondthem
duruyordu
stoodtheunreliableSignora,bowinggood-eveningtoherguests,
ve
andsupportedby’Enery,her
küçük
littleboy,andVictorier,her
kızı
daughter.
Itmadeacurious
küçük
littlescene,thisattemptoftheCockneytoconveythegrace
ve
andgenialityoftheSouth.
Ve
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,whichattemptedtorivalthesolidcomfortof
bir
aBloomsburyboarding-house.
Wasthis
gerçekten
reallyItaly?
MissBartlettwas
zaten
alreadyseatedonatightlystuffedarm-chair,
olan
whichhadthecolourandthecontoursof
bir
atomato.
ShewastalkingtoMr.Beebe,
ve
andasshespoke,her
uzun
longnarrowheaddrovebackwards
ve
andforwards,slowly,regularly,asthoughsheweredemolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“Wearemostgratefultoyou,”shewas
diyordu
saying.
“Thefirsteveningmeansso
çok
much.
Whenyouarrivedwewereinfor
bir
apeculiarlymauvaisquartd’heure.”
Heexpressedhisregret.
“Doyou,byanychance,
biliyor
knowthenameofan
yaşlı
oldmanwhosatoppositeusatdinner?”
“Emerson.”
“Ishe
bir
afriendofyours?”
“Wearefriendly—asoneisinpensions.”
“ThenIwillsaynomore.”
Hepressedher
çok
veryslightly,andshesaid
daha
more.
“Iam,asitwere,”sheconcluded,“thechaperonofmy
genç
youngcousin,Lucy,anditwouldbea
ciddi
seriousthingifIputher
altında
underanobligationtopeopleofwhomweknow
hiçbir şey
nothing.
Hismannerwassomewhatunfortunate.
I
umarım
hopeIactedforthebest.”
“Youactedverynaturally,”
dedi
saidhe.
Heseemedthoughtful,
ve
andafterafewmomentsadded:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
sanmıyorum
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“Noharm,ofcourse.
Ama
Butwecouldnotbe
altında
underanobligation.”
“Heisrather
bir
apeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
ve
andthensaidgently:
“I
sanırım
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,norexpectyoutoshowgratitude.
He
var
hasthemerit—ifitisone—ofsaying
tam
exactlywhathemeans.
He
var
hasroomshedoesnotvalue,
ve
andhethinksyouwouldvaluethem.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunder
bir
anobligationthanhethoughtofbeingpolite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,I
buluyorum
finditdifficult—tounderstandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywaspleased,
ve
andsaid:
“Iwashopingthathewas
nazik
nice;
Idosoalways
umuyorum
hopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“Ithinkheis;
güzel
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
neredeyse
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
ve
andso,Iexpect—Imay
de
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Ama
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswithratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
ilk
firstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
He
var
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’t
de
meanbythatthathe
var
hasbadmanners—andhewillnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
Wenearlycomplained
hakkında
abouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
ama
butIamgladtosaywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
bir
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedtheconvenientword,not
olmadan
withoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“Andpresumablyhehasbroughtuphissontobe
bir
aSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
tanıyorum
knowGeorge,forhehasn’t
öğrenmedi
learnttotalkyet.