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"Your Chasseur has the air of a Prince, my love," said a voice behind her. "Equivocal compliment! A much better air than most Princes," said Mme. Corona, glancing up with a slight shrug of her shoulders, as her guest and traveling companion, the Marquise de Renardiere, entered. "Indeed! I saw him as he passed out; and he saluted me as if he had been a Marshal. Why did he come?"
A sun and its corona have been substituted for the zodiacal signs and symbols which fill the centre of the original, for except to an Egyptologist these are meaningless. In all essentials the drawing faithfully follows the original was traced, indeed, from a measured drawing.
Near the threshold Nilushka was lying on a narrow chest against the wall. The folds of a dark-red pillow of fustian under the head set off to perfection the pale blue tint of his round, innocent face under its corona of golden curls; and though the eyes were closed, and the lips pressed tightly together, he still seemed to be smiling in his old quiet, but joyous, way.
She stopped with some embarrassment, for she had been on the point of saying that the earrings were to be a remembrance if the suit were won, when she recollected that she was speaking to Corona. "Well it would have been very kind of him if he had," she added. "Perhaps that is something. Poor papa! One would feel more sure about it, if he had got some kind of absolution."
Corona at once took Faustina to the Palazzo Montevarchi, and then, with a promise to come back in the course of the day, she went home to rest. She needed repose even more than Faustina, who, after all, had slept soundly on her prison bed, trusting with childlike faith in her friend's promise that she should be free in the morning.
Cigarette was as caustic as a Voltaire this morning. Coming through the entrance of the hospital, she had casually heard that Mme. la Princesse Corona d'Amague had made a gift of singular munificence and mercy to the invalid soldiers a gift of wine, of fruit, of flowers, that would brighten their long, dreary hours for many weeks.
He looked up as Giovanni entered, and started from his chair when he saw his son's face. "Good heavens! Giovannino! what has happened?" he cried, in great anxiety. "I came to tell you that Corona and I are going to Saracinesca to- morrow," answered Sant' Ilario, in a low voice. "What? At this time of year? Besides, you cannot get there. The road is full of Garibaldians and soldiers.
But besides her reading and her long hours of meditation and her talks with Sister Gabrielle, Corona found occupation in the state of the town below her residence.
It was her mother who asked for her and everybody heard the question. I dare not go back without her." They stopped together in the corridor, looking at each other with grave faces. "This is very serious," said Corona. "We must search the house. Send the men. I will tell the women. We will meet at the head of the stairs." Five minutes later, Giovanni returned in pursuit of his wife.
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