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He came out on to the pavement, gave the address to the driver, and walked back to Gemma with his burden. Katie was waiting up for her mistress; and, on hearing what had happened, ran for warm water and other necessaries. Placing the child on a chair, the Gadfly knelt down beside him, and, deftly slipping off the ragged clothing, bathed and bandaged the wound with tender, skilful hands.
'Dimitri, don't be angry with me; but I must remind you once more that you are not to consider yourself bound ... He did not let her go on.... Gemma turned away her face. 'And as for what mamma spoke of, do you remember, the difference of our religion see here!...
He flung himself on the bed and began thinking of Gemma ... but the conversation of the seconds reached him through the shut door. It was conducted in the French language; both maltreated it mercilessly, each after his own fashion.
The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when, a moment later, the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room, she consented with an odd feeling of relief. "Well, Madonna, and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night.
"What business?" he asked in the same dull voice. "I mean, about Bolla's letter." Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. "I thought you wouldn't have heard of it," Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. Bolla must be perfectly mad to have imagined such a thing." "Such a thing ?" "You don't know about it, then?
The pale face of Frau Lenore appeared at the window; Gemma waved her handkerchief to her, and the horses started. Soden is a little town half an hour's distance from Frankfort. It lies in a beautiful country among the spurs of the Taunus Mountains, and is known among us in Russia for its waters, which are supposed to be beneficial to people with weak lungs.
Lightning? she asked, her eyes wandering afar, while she did not take her bare arms from his shoulder. 'Gemma! repeated Sanin. She sighed, looked around behind her into the room, and with a rapid movement pulling the now faded rose out of her bodice, she threw it to Sanin. 'I wanted to give you this flower. He recognised the rose, which he had won back the day before....
Gemma passed her finger to right and to left before her eyes ... Also an Italian gesture. 'No! no! don't say that! You won't deceive me! Pantaleone has told me everything! 'He's a trustworthy witness! Did he compare me to the statue of the commander? 'His expressions may be ridiculous, but his feeling is not ridiculous, nor is what you have done to-day.
"But why on earth didn't he send to say he was ill?" Martini interrupted. "He might have guessed we shouldn't have left him stranded in that fashion." "I wish, doctor," said Gemma, "that you had sent for one of us last night, instead of wearing yourself out like this." "My dear lady, I wanted to send round to Galli; but Rivarez got so frantic at the suggestion that I didn't dare attempt it.
After a moment one tore herself away, but the other remained and began to ask questions. Presently she turned and walked slowly away in the direction from which she had come. "I get her," exclaimed Gemma, triumphantly. "What did you say?" asked Janet. "Listen that she take the bread from our mouths, she is traditore scab. We strike for them, too, is it not so?"
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