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"The fattura della morte has gone!" repeated Ruffo. The repetition of the words struck a chill to the heart of Artois. Again he was beset by superstition. He caught it from these children of the South, who stared at him now with their grave and cloudy eyes. "Perhaps one of the servants " he began. "No, Signore. I have asked them. And they would not dare to touch it." "The Signorina?"
They had borne the burden from the very first; they had been on the Marne and the Yser in 1914, at the numberless and costly offensives of 1915 in Artois, Champagne, Lorraine and Alsace; and in 1916, after the Verdun epic, they had had to fight on the Somme. Indeed, they had only ceased repelling the enemy's attacks in order to attack in their turn.
He was excessively conscious of almost everything except of time. It might have been two hours later, or much less, when he felt a hand upon his arm, turned round, and saw Gaspare beside him. "Where is the Signora?" "Gone to the hotel? And the Signorina?" Gaspare looked at Artois with a sort of heavy gloom, then looked down to the ground. "You have lost her?" "Si."
The Marchesino got up. "Let us go there. The Marchesa with papa it is better than the Compagnia Scarpetta! I will present you." But Artois was in no mood for a cataract of nothingness. "Not now," he said. "I have " The Marchesino shot a cruel glance of impudent comprehension at him, and touched his left hand in token of farewell. "I know! I know! The quickest horse to the Toledo. A-ah! A-ah!
Artois turned round in the chair and looked towards the house. The door, which had been open, was now shut. "Maddalena is praying, signore. She is praying to the Madonna for the soul of the dead signore." For the first time Artois noticed in the hard, bird-like face of the fisherman a sign of emotion, almost of softness. "We must not disturb her, signore."
He went off in the boat. They came for him about eight." "Ah!" Artois went to the window and looked out. But now he saw nothing, although the three women were still talking and gesticulating on the terrace of the bath-house, more fishing-boats were being towed or rowed out into the Bay, carts were passing by, and people were strolling in the sun.
It cost Charles VIII the counties of Burgundy, Artois, Charalais, and the seigniory of Noyers, which had come to him as Margaret's dowry, and also the towns of Aire, Hesdin, and Bethune, which he promised to deliver up to Philip of Austria on the day he came of age.
As he finished Maurice, who was looking at him now, saw a veil over his big eyes. Could it could it possibly be a veil of tears! "Thank you," he answered. He tried to speak warmly, cordially. But his heart said to him: "You can do nothing for me now. It is all too late!" Yet the words and the emotion of Artois were some slight relief to him.
The whole scene was dramatized and represented in masquerade at a wedding festival given by Councillor d'Assonleville, on the marriage of Councillor Hopper's daughter, one of the principal parts being enacted by a son of the President-judge of Artois.
"Madam, your noble husband, Andre of Hungary, has just been made King of Jerusalem and Sicily, and acknowledged by the court of Avignon, so henceforth you will be no better than his slave." "Count of Artois, you are dreaming."
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