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The Pale Woman
The Pale Woman
The Pale Woman
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Máximo, an impoverished young poet and student, inherits a fortune on the unexpected death of his godfather. His own fortunes, however, are not greatly improved.

Genre: short story
Length: 5,400 words
Translated from Portuguese (Brazil) by Juan LePuen

LanguageEnglish
PublisherFario
Release dateAug 16, 2013
ISBN9781301582686
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Machado de Assis

Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis (Rio de Janeiro, 21 de junho de 1839 Rio de Janeiro, 29 de setembro de 1908) foi um escritor brasileiro, considerado por muitos críticos, estudiosos, escritores e leitores o maior nome da literatura brasileira.

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    The Pale Woman - Machado de Assis

    The Pale Woman

    Joaquim Maria Machado de Assis

    Translated by Juan LePuen

    First published as A Mulher Pálida in A Estação of 15 August to 30 September 1881

    English translation copyright 2013 by Juan LePuen and Fario

    Published at Smashwords by Juan LePuen and Fario

    Contents

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    Translator’s Notes

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    I

    The top step of the staircase groaned, finally, under the weight of Major Bento’s huge body. The major stopped a minute, took deep breaths, as if he had just gone up not his nephew’s stairway but the one leading to heaven, and walked into the hall.

    The house was on Rua da Misericórdia, a two-story house whose tenant had sublet three rooms to students. Máximo’s room was in the back, to the left, by a window that looked out on to the kitchen of a house on Rua Dom Manuel. A dismal place, a dismal room, and a most dismal inhabitant, to judge by the face that appeared in response to the major’s taps. He knocked, as it happens, and he knocked twice, with neither impatience nor eagerness. After he knocked a second time, he heard a bed creaking from inside and then the sound of slippers on the floor, later still a brief silence, and finally the key turned and the door opened.

    Who is it? the person who was opening said. And then: It’s Uncle Bento.

    The person was a young man of twenty, slender, slightly sallow, not tall or elegant. His hair was uncombed, he was wearing an old nightshirt with a design of once-showy leaves on it and cloth slippers; all spruce and

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