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Do not complain afterwards that we make you die of hunger." "Bread, Annetta!" said Stefanone, gruffly but good-naturedly. "And cheese, and salt wine, too! A thousand things! Quickly, my daughter." "Quicker than this?" inquired the girl, who had already placed most of the things he asked for upon the table. "I say it to say it," answered her father. "'Hunger makes long jumps, and I am hungry."
They go, riding, riding, and they come back when it seems good to them. Who tells me what he does in Rome? Rome is great." Dalrymple laughed, put on his hat and went off, leaving Sora Nanna to find Gigetto and give the necessary directions. GIGETTO had refused to accompany Annetta and her party to the fair at Civitella San Sisto.
He told her how Annetta must have mistaken the bottle on his table for camphor, and how he had found her dead. Nothing would save him from the accusation of having murdered the girl but the absolute disappearance of her body. Maria shuddered and turned her head quickly when he told her that the body was lying under the postern arch behind the garden wall.
Others were chemicals which he used in his experiments, such as he could not easily have procured in Italy, outside of the great cities. One even contained the common spirits of camphor, of which he had once given Annetta a teaspoonful when she had complained of a chill and sickness.
But as for going with her on such an expedition as a visit to a country fair, it was not to be expected of him. Nevertheless, Annetta had enjoyed herself thoroughly with her companions, and was very glad that Gigetto had not been at her elbow with his city notions of propriety, which he applied to her, but made as elastic as he pleased for himself.
Then Sora Nanna put out her right hand as a signal to Annetta that she meant to stop, and she stood still on the steep descent and turned deliberately till she could see the girl. "What are you saying?" she began, as though there had been no pause in the conversation. "That Sister Maria Addolorata sins in her throat!
Stefanone came in, laid his hat upon the bench, and put his stick in the corner just as he had always done. There was no change, except that Annetta was not there, and the husband and wife had grown almost old since those days. "How often does the post go to Rome?" Gloria asked of Sora Nanna, while they were at supper. "Every evening, at one of the night, Signora.
Annetta being absent, Gigetto had not thought it necessary to put in an appearance. But Sora Nanna wished to see him again about the wine. With a grin, she asked Dalrymple whether he would keep house if she went out for half an hour. Again he nodded in silence. He heard her lock from the inside the door which opened from the staircase upon the street, for it was already late.
Early in the morning the abbess was found dead, and in the little cell near by, upon the still smouldering remains of the mattress, lay the charred and burned form of a woman. In Stefanone's house, the little bundle of clothes in the locked laboratory was all that was left of Annetta. All Subiaco said that the Englishman had carried off the peasant girl to his own country.
"You and I have both enjoyed ourselves, Annetta ... We have drained the cup to the bottom and now, to use an expression of Pushkin's, must shatter the goblet!" said Dilectorsky. "You do not repent, oh, my dear? ..." "No, no! ..." "Are you ready?" "Yes!" whispered she and smiled. "Then turn away to the wall and shut your eyes!" "No, no, my dearest, I don't want it so! ... I don't want it!
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