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And oh, I was so tired because we weren't able to get the new sideboard put up in the dining-room yesterday! 'Really, Mother, you must draw the line about Lydia. She's only human. I guess if the house is good enough for you and father it is good enough for her. 'That's just it, Marietta that's just what came over me! Is what's good enough for us good enough for Lydia?
He caught no glimpse of the Duchessa. Yet he took no steps to get his boxes packed. And then Marietta fell ill. One morning, when she came into his room, to bring his tea, and to open the Venetian blinds that shaded his windows, she failed to salute him with her customary brisk "Buon giorno, Signorino." Noticing which, and wondering, he, from his pillow, called out, "Buon' giorno, Marietta."
Her sister Marietta was surrounded by a score of suitors who were as eager for her love as a bee is for the honey of a flower, and Angela could see that they were already looking upon herself as an elderly chaperon. Her mother and father watched her going about her work and grieved because so good a girl should be made to suffer for want of a proper understanding.
"Is Burgsdorf burned to the ground? I can't bring your Will to you now, this minute, for he's not here just now, he's over at Waldhofen " "Probably, at Dr. Volkmar's. In that case she's there too." "What 'she? Toni has gone over as usual to be with Marietta; that poor little girl has been in despair for the past few days.
You advise me to brazen the dina giacca out, to swagger it off?" "I don't understand, Signorino," said Marietta. "To understand is to forgive," said he; "and yet you can't trifle with English servants like this, though they ought to understand, ought n't they? In any case, I 'll be guided by your judgment. I'll wear my dina giacca, but I'll wear it with an air!
And indeed she had been dreaming, for she had looked too long into the wonderful depths of the new colour, and it had dazed her wits. On that day Marietta felt once more the full belief that Zorzi loved her; but the certainty did not fill her with happiness as on that first afternoon when she had seen him stoop to pick up the rose she had dropped.
"There was no talk of love making, papa. Dr. Volkmar was far too ill," she explained. "We had all we could do to comfort poor Marietta, who was dreadfully alarmed. You can see for yourself now that I have not been deceived and that Will has been outspoken and honorable throughout.
Is this all right?" He clasped her rapturously in his arms, and the words of tender gratitude which he expressed were not entirely wanting in sincerity and truth. Marietta was proudly happy, and listened with sparkling eyes to his honeyed words. As Ranuzi, however, after this long interview, arose to say farewell, she held him back.
He stopped abruptly, remembering that he had said these words once before, but as none better offered themselves to his disturbed brain he repeated them for the third time. Marietta was half dead from suppressed laughter. Dr.
He was not alone any more, for everything in heaven and earth was crying to him to go back. That was folly, and he knew it. The master who had trusted him would drive him out of his house, and out of Venetian land and water, too, if he chose, and he should never see Marietta again; and she would be married to Contarini just as if Zorzi had taken the message.
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