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Poor soul!" said Adone, and he thought of the great markets he had seen in the north, the droves of oxen, the piles of fruits, the long lines of wine carts, the heaps of slaughtered game, the countless shops with their electric light, the trains running one after another all the nights and every night to feed the rich; and he thought, as he had thought when a boy, that the devil had troppo braccio, if any devil indeed there were beside man himself.
I was born here. What is your errand?" "You must be Adone Alba?" said the person, as if spokesman for the others. "I am." "And you own the land known as the Terra Vergine?" "I do." "You will hear from us in due time, then. Meantime" "Meantime you trespass on my ground. Leave it, sirs." The four strangers drew a few paces, and conferred together in a low tone, consulting a sheaf of papers.
When Adone entered the book-room his friend was seated at a deal table laden with volumes and manuscripts, but he was neither writing nor reading, nor had he lighted his lamp. The moonlight shone through the vine climbing up and covering the narrow window. He looked up and saw by Adone's countenance that something was wrong.
"I saw him just before I came in, over by the pond there by the copse," I said. "He wasn't likely to be in here, father," said Polly primly. "I should like to catch him trying to come in." "So should I," said the keeper grimly. "I'd try oak that time 'stead o' hazel." "Hush, dad! do adone," whispered Polly. Then aloud
She says she must be where she can serve Adone. If she be shut up, she will escape and run into the woods. Three years ago she was a wild thing; she will turn wild again." "Like enough! But we must do what we can. I am going home. I will come or send to you in a few hours." Gianna reluctantly let him go.
Gianna's heart was hard against Adone; in a dim way she understood the hopes and the schemes which occupied him, but she could not forgive him for sacrificing to them his mother and this friendless child. It was so like a man, she said to herself, to tear along on what he thought a road to glory, and never heed what he trampled down as he went never heed any more than the mower heeds the daisies.
Do not say such mad things. What could the king reply, even if he listened, which he would not do? He would say that these things were for ministers and prefects and surveyors and engineers to judge of, not for him or you. Be reasonable, Adone; do not speak or act like a fool. This is the first grief you have known in your life, and you are distraught by it. That is natural enough, my poor boy.
"We must not even say such a thing," said Adone bitterly, in whose ears the rebuke of Don Silverio still rang. "In these days everything is denied us, even speech. If we take our rights we are caged in their prisons." "But what will you do, then?" "For the moment I wait to learn more. These things are done in the dark, or at least in no light that we can see.
Only Adone, although he never said or showed it, was glad when the huge key groaned in the lock of the outer door, and he ran out into the evening starlight, down the steep streets, across the bridge, and felt the fresh river air blowing on him, and heard the swirling of the water amongst the frost-stiffened canes, and saw far off in the darkened fields the glimmer of a light the light of home.
"So saying, the good St. Francis drank a few drops of water in the hollow of his hand, and arose refreshed. "And that is why the name of St. Clare was given to this Well." Such was the tale told by the Reverend Father Adone Doni. Night after night I returned to find the amiable Cordelier sitting on the edge of the mystic well.
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