"Long, John Luther - Purple-Eyes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Long John Luther)

"Tha' 's nizeЧfor me."
"An' for me"Чin quite her own manner.
"But not the goddesses?"
They laughed together, and she drew confidently a little closer to him.
"Listen; I go 'n' tell you a thing. You not in funЧnot?"
"I mean every word," declared Garland, "and more than I have words to mean."
"An' you lig be tell?"
"That is what I am waiting so impatiently forЧto be tell."
"Tha' 's nize. Eijinsan 'most always fun. Nobody but you aever lig those hair
an' eye. Aeverybody hate me. Why? Account they say I b'long pink-face people.
Account my fadder he sei yo jinЧa west-ocean mans. I di'n' do so unto those hair
an' eye! I can not help. Me? When I see you got those purple eye lig unto me,
an' also those yellow hairs, an' all pink in the face, I thing mebby you go'n'
lig me liddleЧlig I was brodder an' fadder with you. Also, I thing mebby you
go'n' take me away with youЧbeyond those west-ocean, where pink-face people
live. Me? Don' you thing those pink-face people lig me liddle if I come unto
them?"
"God bless youЧyes," said Garland, with something suspiciously tender in voice
and eyes. He still had her hands, delighting in them, caressing them. The girl's
face was irradiated. She poured out all her soul for him.
"Me? Listen 'nother time. Before I know you' eyes purple an' you' hair yellow
lig unto me, I lig you? Me? Sa-ayЧI lig jus' your picture!" She laughed,
confused, and shifted a little closer. "You don' hate me account I doing those?"

"No," said Garland, guiltilyЧ"no, I don't hate you."
"Sa-ayЧyou go'n' take me at those pink-face people?"
Garland was silent.
"If you don', I got go myself. Me? I got go!"
Garland nodded, and she understood him to have assented. This was wrong. But her
joy was superb, and Garland had a very soft heart.
"OhЧhow that is nize! Me? I got so. I dunnoЧ all times seem lig I b'long 'cross
west-ocean. Seem lig I different from aeverybody else. Me? I got have somebody
lig meЧsomebody touch meЧ hole my handsЧsoЧsoЧso!" She illustrated fervidly.
Garland, alarmed at her dynamic emotion, released them. She returned them to
him.
"ButЧnobody don' wish. OthersЧJapan peopleЧthey don' lig be ligued. But me? I
got beЧ else I got pain in my heart an' am ill. You aever have those pain at
you' heartЧlig you all times falling downЧdownЧdown? Tha' 's mos' tarrible. Tha'
's lone-some-ness. Me? I thing I go'n' die sometime account that. Tha' 's
lone-some-ness to cross west-ocean to pink-face people. Yaes; tha' 's why I got
do those. Oku-SamaЧtha' 's my modderЧshe saying 'most all times, 'Jus' lig
pink-face people. Always got be lig by 'notherЧtouch by 'notherЧspeak sof' by
'nother.' An' tha' 's youЧ yaes! You lig me, an' you touch me, an' you speak
sof' unto me the ver' first time I seeing you. Me? I know, those time I first
seeing you, that you don' hate me account I got those pink face upon me."
"No," admitted Garland, seriously.
"How that is nize! It make something restЧgo 'sleep inside me. I got that peace.
Jus' when you touch my hand at first I got some happiness. But nowЧI got that
peace."
She began regretfully to detach herself. Garland detained her. She was very