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Updated: June 6, 2025
"Go up; and send Adone to me." "He is perhaps asleep, sir; he came across the water at dawn." "If so, wake him. I must speak to him without delay." Gianna went and came down quickly. "He is gone out to work in the fields, sir. Madama told me so. If he does not work, the land will go out of cultivation, sir." "He may have gone to Nerina?" "I do not think so, sir.
Clelia Alba came out in a few minutes with a bowl of hot broth made of herbs, and a large piece of maize-flour bread. "Take them," she said to her son. Adone took them from her, and gave them to the child. "Sit and eat here," he said, pointing to a stone settle by the wall under the rose of four seasons.
Without a word, and with one glance of reproach and of disdain, he turned away and went through the morning shadows under the drooping apple boughs. Adone, with his teeth set hard and his eyes filled with savage fire, sprang down into the trench and resumed his work. He was impenitent. "He is mad! He knows not what he says!" thought the man whom he had insulted.
The men of gold, who have the men of steel behind them, will be always stronger than you." "God is over us all," said Adone. Don Silverio was silent. He could not refute that expression of faith, but in his soul he could not share it; and Adone had said it, less in faith than in obstinacy. He meant to rouse the country if he could, let come what might of the rising. Who could tell the issue?
"Death is always listening; and if he hear his name he taps the talker on the shoulder, just to show that he is there and must be reckoned with." "Not so, my son!" replied Clelia Alba, with a sigh. "He has every soul of us written down in his books from the time we are born; we all have our hour to go and none of us can alter it." "I do not believe that," said Adone.
In those lonely night hours when the moonbeams shone on his bed and the little white dog nestled itself close to his shoulder, he was tortured also by the sense that it was his duty to arrest Adone and the men of the Valdedera in their mad course, even at the price of such treachery to them as Adone had dared to attribute to him.
She had seen that something was wrong, but she could not guess what: something which made Madonna Clelia's brows dark, and Gianna's temper bad, and Adone himself weary and ill at ease. Seeing him sitting there, not eating, throwing his bread to some wild pigeons which followed the plough, she plucked up courage to speak; he was always kind to her, though he noticed her little.
She was not afraid, for a fierce, unholy joy was in her veins; she could have sung, she could have laughed, she could have danced; she held them in her power; they had come to ensnare Adone, and she had got them in her power as if they were so many moles! They tied her hands behind her; she let them do it; she did not want her hands.
"It is not yours," said Adone, almost brutally. "You were not born here. You cannot know! Live elsewhere? My mother and I? Sooner a thousand times would we drown in Edera!"
I do not want to speak without respect to you, Adone, for I have eaten your bread and been sheltered by your roof through many a year; but for whatever end you send that child out of nights, you do a bad thing, a cruel thing, a thing unworthy of your stock; and if I know Clelia Alba and who should know her if not I? she will never let Nerina enter her house again." Adone's face grew dark.
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