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Updated: May 16, 2025
Pipa caught the half-uttered name, she echoed it with a scream. "Ahi! The signorina! The Signorina Enrica!" Pipa shouted to Adamo on the ladder. "Adamo! Adamo! where is the signorina?" Adamo's heart sank at her voice. On the instant he recalled that cry he had heard upon the stairs. "Where did you see her last?"
Through the open door the marchesa saw Adamo pass a sudden thought struck her. "Adamo!" "Padrona." And Adamo's bullet-head and broad shoulders fill up the doorway. "Where is Count Nobili?" "Along with the lawyer from Lucca." "He is safe, then, for the present," the marchesa told herself. Adamo could not speak for staring at his mistress as she stood opposite to him full in the light.
Before a watch could tick twenty seconds, and while Adamo's foot was still on the last round of the winding stair, the church-bells of Corellia clash out in answer to the alarm-bell. Now Adamo has reached the outer door. He stands beneath the stars. His face and hands are black, his hair is singed; his woolen clothes are hot and burn upon him. The cool night air makes his skin smart with pain.
"Have I ever complained," is Adamo's answer, "that the marchesa asks me?" "You saved my life, Adamo, not long ago, from the fire." The eager look is growing intenser. "I have never thanked you. Adamo " "Padrona" he is more and more amazed at her "she must be going to die! Gesù mio! I wish she would swear at me," Adamo thought. "Padrona, don't thank me Domine Dio did it."
In that pause a piercing cry from above strikes upon his ear, but in the crackling of the increasing flames and a fresh torrent of smoke and burning sparks that burst out from the room, Adamo's brain always of the dullest is deadened. He forgets that cry. All his thought is to save his mistress. Even Pipa and Angelo and little Gigi are forgotten.
A minute after, one rushes past the window raised only by a few stone steps from the ground formidable beast with long white hair, tail on end, ears erect, open-mouthed, fiery-eyed this is Argo Argo let loose, famished maddened by Adamo's devices Argo rushing at full speed and tearing up a shower of gravel with his huge paws. Barking horribly, he disappears into the shrubs.
I shall drop if I am not quick." Adamo's fingers were on the lock. "The door is bolted! Blessed Virgin, help me!" He unslings his unloaded gun he had forgotten it till then and, tightly seizing it in his strong hands, he flings the butt end against the lock. The wood is old, the bolt is loose. "Holy Jesus! It yields! It opens!" Overcome by the rush of fiery air, again Adamo staggers.
"As I waited there, I saw a great red vapor gather over the battlements. The alarm-bell sounded. I climbed up through the wood, where the rocks are lower, and watched among the shrubs. I saw the marchesa carried out in Adamo's arms. I heard your name, dear love, passed from mouth to mouth. I looked around you were not there. I understood it all; I rushed to save you."
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