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But the date must presumably be pushed further forward in the case of the skeletons for 'Paradise Lost, which are modelled to a great extent upon Salandra's 'Adamo' of 1647, though other compositions may also have been present before Milton's mind, such as that mentioned on page 234 of the second volume of Todd's 'Milton, from which he seems to have drawn the hint of a 'prologue spoken by Moses.
"Here am I," answered a childish voice, and a ragged, loose-limbed lad a shock of chestnut hair, out of which the sun had taken all the color, hanging over his face, from which his merry eyes twinkle leaped out on the gravel. "You do not know, Adamo? What does this mean? You ought to know. I am but just come back, and there are strangers about already with guns.
Then he would go down and feed the dogs, who, when at home, lived in a sort of cave cut out of the cliff under the tower Argo, the long-haired mastiff, and Tootsey, the rat-terrier, and Juno, the lurcher, and the useless bull-dog, who grinned horribly Adamo fed them, then let them out to run at will over the flowers, while he went to his mid-day meal.
"Why, he might have shot the signorina's husband the fool!" This thought steadies Pipa for an instant, but she bursts out again. "Oh hello!" Pipa gurgles like a stream that cannot stop running; then she breaks off all at once, and listens. "Hush! hush! There is Adamo coming, cavaliere hush! hush! Make haste and go away. He is coming Adamo; I hear him on the gravel."
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?"
If the stranger can have the good fortune to make the acquaintance of Signor Adamo Rossi, the accomplished and learned archivist and librarian of the municipal library, he will hardly fail to bring away with him from this centre of the old Umbrian art-world a considerably larger stock of ideas and information upon the subject than he carried thither with him.
He swore he would do it yet. He nearly fought with Fra Pacifico when he forced him in. Adamo is quite mad. Tell him nothing to-night; he is not safe." Pipa has now let down her apron. Her bright olive-complexioned face beams in one broad smile, like the full moon at harvest. She is still shaking, and at intervals gives little spasmodic giggles.
A puff of wind from the open door for an instant raised the smoke and sparks; in that instant Adamo sees a dark heap lying on the floor close to the door. It is the marchesa. "Is she dead or alive?" He cannot stop to tell. He raises her. She lay within his arms. Her dark dress, though not consumed, strikes hot against his chest. Not an instant is to be lost.
Already Pipa's arms are round him. Angelo, too, has caught him by the legs, then leaps into the air with a wild hoot. Bewildered Pipa cannot speak. No more can Adamo; but Pipa's clinging arms say more than words. Tenderly Adamo lays the marchesa down beside the fountain. He totters on a step or two, feeling suddenly giddy and strangely weak. He stands still.
"Bravo! bravo! Evviva! Count Nobili evviva!" Caps were tossed into the air, hands were wildly clapped, friendly arms are stretched out to bear him up when he descends. Adamo is wildly excited; Adamo wants to mount the ladder to help. The others pull him back. Fra Pacifico stands ready to receive Enrica, a baffled look on his face.
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