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

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

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ChapterITheBertolini
“TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoit,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,“nobusinessatall.
Shepromisedus
güney
southroomswithaview
yakın
closetogether,insteadofwhich
burada
herearenorthrooms,lookinginto
bir
acourtyard,andalongwayapart.
Oh,Lucy!”
“And
bir
aCockney,besides!”
saidLucy,whohadbeen
daha
furthersaddenedbytheSignora’s
beklenmedik
unexpectedaccent.
“ItmightbeLondon.”
She
baktı
lookedatthetworowsofEnglishpeoplewhoweresittingatthe
masada
table;
attherowof
beyaz
whitebottlesofwaterand
kırmızı
redbottlesofwinethatran
arasında
betweentheEnglishpeople;
attheportraitsofthelate
Kraliçe
QueenandthelatePoetLaureatethathung
arkasında
behindtheEnglishpeople,heavilyframed;
atthenoticeoftheEnglishchurch(Rev.
CuthbertEager,M.A.
Oxon.),thatwasthe
tek
onlyotherdecorationofthewall.
“Charlotte,don’tyoufeel,
de
too,thatwemightbeinLondon?
Icanhardlybelievethatallkindsofotherthingsarejust
dışarıda
outside.
Isupposeitisone’sbeingsotired.”
“This
et
meathassurelybeenusedforsoup,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,layingdownherfork.
“I
istiyorum
wantsotoseetheArno.
TheroomstheSignorapromisedusinherletterwouldhave
bakıyordu
lookedovertheArno.
TheSignorahadnobusinesstodoitatall.
Oh,itisashame!”
“Any
köşe
nookdoesforme,”MissBartlettcontinued;
“butitdoes
görünüyor
seemhardthatyoushouldn’t
sahip
haveaview.”
Lucyfeltthatshehadbeen
bencil
selfish.
“Charlotte,youmustn’tspoil
beni
me:
ofcourse,youmust
bakmalısın
lookovertheArno,too.
Imeantthat.
The
ilk
firstvacantroominthefront—”
“Youmusthaveit,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,partofwhosetravellingexpenseswerepaidbyLucy’smother—apieceof
cömertlik
generositytowhichshemademany
bir
atactfulallusion.
“No,no.Youmusthaveit.”
“I
ısrar
insistonit.
Yourmotherwould
asla
neverforgiveme,Lucy.”
“Shewould
asla
neverforgiveme.”
Theladies’voicesgrewanimated,and—ifthe
üzücü
sadtruthbeowned—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.
Sheknewthatthe
davetsiz
intruderwasill-bred,evenbeforesheglancedat
ona
him.
Hewasanoldman,of
ağır
heavybuild,withafair,shaven
yüzü
faceandlargeeyes.
Therewas
şey
somethingchildishinthoseeyes,thoughitwasnotthechildishnessofsenility.
What
tam
exactlyitwasMissBartlettdidnot
durmadı
stoptoconsider,forherglance
geçti
passedontohisclothes.
Thesedidnot
çekmedi
attracther.
Hewasprobablytryingtobecomeacquaintedwiththem
önce
beforetheygotintothe
yüzmeye
swim.
Sosheassumedadazed
ifade
expressionwhenhespoketoher,
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.”
Thebetterclassoftouristwas
şok
shockedatthis,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’sso
açık
obvioustheyshouldhavetherooms,”
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.
Nowtheoldman
saldırdı
attackedMissBartlettalmostviolently:
Neden
Whyshouldshenotchange?
Whatpossibleobjectionhadshe?
Theywouldclearoutin
yarım
halfanhour.
MissBartlett,though
yetenekli
skilledinthedelicaciesofconversation,waspowerlessinthepresenceofbrutality.
Itwasimpossibletosnubanyoneso
iğrenç
gross.
Herfacereddenedwithdispleasure.
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.”
Hardlyhadshe
duyurmuştu
announcedthisfelldecisionwhenshereversedit.
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.”
The
papaz
clergyman,whohadtheairof
biri
oneonaholiday,didnot
hatırlamıyordu
remembertheladiesquiteas
net
clearlyastheyrememberedhim.
Ama
Buthecameforwardpleasantlyenough
ve
andacceptedthechairintowhichhewasbeckonedbyLucy.
“Iamso
memnun
gladtoseeyou,”saidthe
kız
girl,whowasinastateof
ruhsal
spiritualstarvation,andwouldhavebeen
memnun
gladtoseethewaiterifhercousinhadpermittedit.
“Justfancy
ne kadar
howsmalltheworldis.
Summer
Street
Street,too,makesitso
özel
speciallyfunny.”
“MissHoneychurchlivesintheparishofSummerStreet,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,fillingupthegap,“andshehappenedtotellmeinthecourseof
konuşma
conversationthatyouhavejustacceptedtheliving—”.
“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
nameofourhouseis
Rüzgarlı
WindyCorner.”
Mr.Beebebowed.
“Thereis
annem
motherandmegenerally,andmy
kardeşim
brother,thoughit’snotoftenwegethimtoch——
The
kilise
churchisratherfaroff,Imean.”
“Lucy,dearest,
izin
letMr.Beebeeathisdinner.”
“Iameatingit,
teşekkür
thankyou,andenjoyingit.”
HepreferredtotalktoLucy,whoseplayingheremembered,
tercih
ratherthantoMissBartlett,who
muhtemelen
probablyrememberedhissermons.
He
sordu
askedthegirlwhethershe
tanıyor
knewFlorencewell,andwasinformedatsomelengththatshehad
hiç
neverbeentherebefore.
Itisdelightfulto
tavsiye
adviseanewcomer,andhewas
ilk
firstinthefield.
“Don’t
ihmal
neglectthecountryround,”hisadviceconcluded.
“Thefirst
güzel
fineafternoondriveuptoFiesole,androundbySettignano,
ya da
orsomethingofthatsort.”
“No!”
cried
bir
avoicefromthetopofthetable.
“Mr.
Beebe,youarewrong.
Thefirst
güzel
fineafternoonyourladiesmust
gitmeli
gotoPrato.”
“Thatladylookssoclever,”
fısıldadı
whisperedMissBartletttohercousin.
“Weareinluck.”
Ve
And,indeed,aperfecttorrentof
bilgi
informationburstonthem.
Peopletoldthemwhattosee,
zaman
whentoseeit,howtostoptheelectrictrams,howtogetridofthebeggars,how
kadar
muchtogiveforavellumblotter,how
kadar
muchtheplacewouldgrowuponthem.
The
Pension
PensionBertolinihaddecided,almostenthusiastically,thattheywoulddo.
Whicheverwaythey
baksalar
looked,kindladiessmiledand
bağırıyorlardı
shoutedatthem.
Andaboveall
yükseldi
rosethevoiceofthe
akıllı
cleverlady,crying:
“Prato!
Theymust
gitmeliler
gotoPrato.
Thatplaceistoosweetlysqualidforwords.
I
seviyorum
loveit;
Irevelinshakingoffthetrammelsofrespectability,asyouknow.”
The
genç
youngmannamedGeorgeglancedatthe
akıllı
cleverlady,andthenreturnedmoodilytohis
tabak
plate.
Obviouslyheandhis
babası
fatherdidnotdo.
Lucy,inthemidstofhersuccess,
buldu
foundtimetowishtheydid.
It
vermiyordu
gavehernoextrapleasurethatany
bir
oneshouldbeleftinthecold;
ve
andwhensheroseto
gitmek
go,sheturnedbackand
verdi
gavethetwooutsidersa
gergin
nervouslittlebow.
Thefatherdidnot
görmedi
seeit;
thesonacknowledgedit,notby
başka
anotherbow,butbyraisinghiseyebrows
ve
andsmiling;
heseemedtobesmiling
karşısında
acrosssomething.
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,thisattemptoftheCockneyto
iletme
conveythegraceandgenialityofthe
Güney
South.
Andevenmorecuriouswasthedrawing-room,whichattemptedto
rakip
rivalthesolidcomfortof
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,asthoughshewere
yıkıyormuş
demolishingsomeinvisibleobstacle.
“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
andafterafewmoments
ekledi
added:
“Allthesame,Idon’t
sanmıyorum
thinkmuchharmwouldhavecomeofaccepting.”
“No
zarar
harm,ofcourse.
Butwecouldnotbe
altında
underanobligation.”
“Heis
oldukça
ratherapeculiarman.”
Againhehesitated,
ve
andthensaidgently:
“I
sanırım
thinkhewouldnottakeadvantageofyouracceptance,nor
beklemez
expectyoutoshowgratitude.
He
var
hasthemerit—ifitisone—ofsaying
tam
exactlywhathemeans.
He
var
hasroomshedoesnot
değer
value,andhethinksyouwould
değer
valuethem.
Henomorethoughtofputtingyouunder
bir
anobligationthanhethoughtofbeing
kibar
polite.
Itissodifficult—atleast,I
buluyorum
finditdifficult—tounderstandpeoplewhospeakthetruth.”
Lucywas
memnun
pleased,andsaid:
“Iwas
umuyordum
hopingthathewasnice;
Idoso
her zaman
alwayshopethatpeoplewillbenice.”
“Ithinkheis;
güzel
niceandtiresome.
Idifferfromhimon
neredeyse
almosteverypointofanyimportance,
ve
andso,Iexpect—Imay
de
sayIhope—youwilldiffer.
Ama
Buthisisatypeonedisagreeswith
yerine
ratherthandeplores.
Whenhe
ilk
firstcameherehenotunnaturallyputpeople’sbacksup.
He
var
hasnotactandnomanners—Idon’t
de
meanbythatthathe
var
hasbadmanners—andhewillnotkeephisopinionstohimself.
We
neredeyse
nearlycomplainedabouthimtoourdepressingSignora,
ama
butIamgladtosaywethoughtbetterofit.”
“AmItoconclude,”
dedi
saidMissBartlett,“thatheis
bir
aSocialist?”
Mr.
Beebeacceptedthe
uygun
convenientword,notwithoutaslighttwitchingofthelips.
“And
muhtemelen
presumablyhehasbroughtuphissontobe
bir
aSocialist,too?”
“Ihardly
tanıyorum
knowGeorge,forhehasn’t
öğrenmedi
learnttotalkyet.