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A little chain of circumstances had led him to form a plan, in a flash, which, if successfully carried out, would account both for the disappearance of Annetta herself, and of Maria Addolorata as well. His eyelids contracted slightly, and his great jaw set itself with the determination to overcome all obstacles.
Annetta only hesitated a moment, and then went out into the dark staircase, and crept down, as she had crept up, feeling her way at the turnings, by the wall. She reached the door, and was surprised to see that there was no light within none of that yellow light which a lamp makes, but only the grey glimmer of the moonlight through the shadow, creeping out by the hole of the latch-string.
She took one of the glasses, went to his side, and held it to his lips as one gives an invalid drink. "After you," he said, with a polite smile, but raising his hand to take the glass. "Sick people first, well people afterwards," answered Annetta, smiling too, but watching him intently.
Annetta was glad of the opportunity to laugh at last. "Old? Eh, on Sunday, when you have on those new black trousers of yours that are tight, tight you seem to me a boy as young as Gigetto. For my part, I should prefer you. You are more serious. Gigetto! What must I say? He is handsome, he may be good, but he has not a head. There is nothing in that pumpkin."
It was understood that Gigetto was to marry Annetta if he could be prevailed upon to do so, for he was the younger son of a peasant family which held its head even higher than Stefanone, and the young man as well as his people looked upon Annetta's wild ways with disapproval, though her fortune, as the only child of Stefanone and Sora Nanna, was a very strong attraction.
He was too familiar with the country to lose his way, but he by no means found the shortest way there was, nor was he especially anxious to do so. The hours would pass sooner in walking than in sitting over his books under the flaring little flames of the three brass beaks. Annetta saw that there was no light in the room, for the hole through which the latch-string hung was worn wide with use.
Annetta had turned again, at the threat he had uttered, and stood still, waiting for him to get out into the room, her hands on her hips, and her eyes on fire. "You will kill me?" she asked, just as he was opposite to her. "Well kill me, then! Here I am. What are you waiting for? For the Englishman to interfere? He is washing his hands. He always takes a long time."
The man Annetta loved was noble, and my boy is noble in spite of me. The afterclap was inevitable, and it soon came. 'So far, he reasoned, 'from cutting off this child from inheritance of my estates, as I have done, I should have rejoiced in the possession of him! He is of pure stock on one side at least, whilst in the ordinary run of affairs he would have been a commoner to the bone.
She promptly dismissed school at once, so that the children might get home before the storm came. As they went out to the playground Anne perceived a certain shadow and gloom over the world in spite of the fact that the sun was still shining brightly. Annetta Bell caught her hand nervously. "Oh, teacher, look at that awful cloud!" Anne looked and gave an exclamation of dismay.
Good bye profit a pleasant journey to Stefanone. But it is those nuns. They are to blame, and the devil will pay them." "In that case you need not," observed Dalrymple, rising. "I am going to wash my hands before supper." "At your pleasure, Signore," answered Stefanone, politely. As Dalrymple went out, Annetta passed him at the door, bringing in plates and napkins, and knives and forks.
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