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Amilcare, growing tense between his difficulties, felt that explanations must be given and received, felt also that they must come from himself in fact, Grifone had declined them and felt that he was not strong in such work. Direction he could give, but not explanation. However, he must try.
Every page-in-waiting in the hall and long cool passages was a "Centaur" armed to the teeth. Don Cesare, it seems, had walked into a steel trap at last. Do you wonder that Amilcare could afford a supple back?
On the steps of the Duomo were the clergy in brocade, a mitred bishop half smothered under his cope in their midst. The smoke of incense went rolling to the roof, Te Deum spired between the rifts; an Archbishop intoned the Mass of the Holy Ghost. Amilcare, at that rate, was like Michael, his more trenchant colleague, that "bird of God."
And when the young Molly let herself go whither her soft desires had long since fled; when she felt the heart of Amilcare jumping against hers, his cheek, his lips, his soft syllabling, her own breathless replies then at last Amilcare, quite enraptured, finding everything about her wonder and delight, made shift to catch up some waft of her very tongue, closer savour of her very home, and called her on high his adorable, his unending, his altogether soul-devastating, destroying mistress, "Madonna Mollavella."
In another picture may be seen, portrayed by the same Sofonisba, her father Signor Amilcare, who has on one side one of his daughters, her sister, called Minerva, who was distinguished in painting and in letters, and on the other side Asdrubale, their brother, the son of the same man; and these, also, are executed so well, that they appear to be breathing and absolutely alive.
Molly could not think that it would have led to the slaying of Amilcare. "What was he like, this Gregorio?" asked Bianca Maria, suddenly alert when she had got his name smoothly. Molly did her best ruddy, blue-eyed, always blushing and laughing, fair-haired, very long arms. He was a marinajo. "He sounds to be so," said Bianca Maria. Then she clapped her hands and summoned Lionardo.
He fastened her with his hard eyes, which seemed smaller than usual, and had a scared look, as if he was positively disconcerted at what he read as they glimmered over his wife. "Ah, what do you want of me more, Amilcare?" It was Molly spoke first, in a whisper. He croaked his reply. "I am going to kill you." "Oh! oh! You are going to kill me, my lord?" "You have sold me to my enemy.
When the time comes you will take the cup to Madonna Duchessa, with a hint of so much as may be necessary to provide against mischances. Will this be done?" "Punctually and surely, Excellence." The Secretary retired with his bottle. Amilcare sat on with a tight smile which neither waxed nor waned, but seemed frozen on his face.
Amilcare gaily struggled for vent, and "voglio!" he concluded the word. "You may not relish the trophy, my wife; but him you undoubtedly charmed. And now Don Cesare is coming. Him also it will be as needful as easy to please." Molly turned in her husband's arms to consider him. Amilcare was kissing her hair and would not give over: she cast down her eyes unsatisfied.
But then Molly came into play. At first she seemed to make the simple thing simpler. Amilcare was a strong man, but stiff. Grifone was sure he would bungle in his handling of Molly; this truth-telling beauty, this flawless jewel in a cup, would baffle him; he would neither see it the fine nor the delicate tool it was.
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