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It was not that her actual condition was unbearable, but only that it was so tragically removed from what she had imagined; she had dreamed of romance, it had been embodied for her eager gaze and she had married Cesare Orsi! Gheta returned the necklace to its box and the dinner progressed in silence.
"Why not? But Alphonso is a fine boy; he understands the business of royalty. Every year I dedicate a magnificent bull to the King on his name day." "Will you dedicate one to me?" Gheta asked carelessly. "The best in Andalusia," he responded with fire. Cesare Orsi made a slight sharp exclamation, and Lavinia's heart beat painfully. The former turned to her with sudden determination.
It was her opinion that Gheta was very silly to show such indifference to Cesare Orsi.... Suddenly she longed to have men not fat and good-natured like the Neapolitan banker, but austere and romantic in love with her. She clasped her hands to her fine young breast and a delicate color stained her cheeks. She stood very straight and her breathing quickened through parted lips.
He's as proud as the devil duchesses, you see so no airs with him. The Flower of Spain. A king of sport sits high at the table " He went on, apparently interminable; but Lavinia turned away to where tea was being laid in a far angle. Others approached over the tiled hall and the Marchese Sanviano entered with Cesare Orsi.
I desired him to be shewn in, and he made his appearance accompanied my Monsignor Cornaro, whom I feigned not to know. M. Orsi remarked that he had called to offer me his services for my letters of exchange, and introduced the prelate. I rose and expressed my gratification at making his acquaintance. "But we have met before," he replied, "at Venice and Rome."
"Your sister, signora, has said something different.... She did not want to tell me, but I persisted I saw that something was wrong and forced it from her." "Enough!" Orsi commanded. "One can see plainly that you have been duped; some things may be overlooked.... You have talked enough." Mochales moved easily forward. "You pudding!" he said in a low even voice.
The prince and Persigny came up to the surface at some distance from the land. Colonel Voisin and Galvani, being nearer to the shore, were immediately rescued. Count Orsi says that as the prince swam towards the steamer, still fired on by the National Guard stationed on the heights, a custom-house boat headed him off.
The house to which Cesare Orsi took Lavinia was built over the rim of a small steep island in the Bay of Naples, opposite Castellamare. It faced the city, rising in an amphitheater of bright stucco and almond blossoms, across an expanse of glassy and incredibly blue water.
And by a helpless mound of fat, a tub of entrails " "Cesare!" Lavinia cried in an energy of desperation. "Come! Don't listen to him." Orsi released her grasp. "I believe you are at the Grand Hotel?" he addressed the other man. "Until I hear from you." "To-morrow " All the heat had apparently evaporated from their words; they spoke with a perfunctory politeness.
Lavinia more than ever resembled an orchid, here in a gloom of towering trees curiously suggested by the draperies and space. She went forward with Anna Mantegazza to an amber blur of lamplight, the others following irregularly. Cesare Orsi sat at Lavinia's side, quickly finishing one long black cigar and lighting another; Pier Mantegazza and Mochales smoked cigarettes.
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