The Posthumous Memoirs Of Bras Cubas - Plot & Excerpts
I’m not going to delay it any more. I’m going down immediately. I’m going down even if some circumspect reader holds me back to ask if the last chapter is only a disagreeable incident or whether I’d been made a fool of… Alas, I didn’t count on Dona Eusébia. I was all ready when she came into the house. She was coming to invite me to postpone my descent and come have dinner with her that day. I worked hard at turning her down, but she insisted so much, so very much, ever so much that I couldn’t help accepting. Besides, I owed her those amends. I went. Eugênia didn’t put on her adornments for me that day. I think they’d been for me—unless she went around like that a lot of times. Not even the gold earrings she’d worn the day before were hanging from her ears now, two delicately shaped ears on the head of a nymph. A simple white muslin dress without any decorations, having a mother-of-pearl button at the neck instead of a brooch and another button at the wrists, closing the sleeves, without a shadow of a bracelet.
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