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"Not in the least," said the citizen, "though the governor has been very active in searching for them." "God speed you, senor," said Anselmo. "God be with you," said the citizen and went his way. This disastrous intelligence almost robbed Anselmo not only of his senses but of his life.
I would give my right hand were I able to escape from prison on a certain day!" "And when is that?" "I must leave Toulon on the night of the 24th of April." "You must! That settles it." "Do not be sarcastic I must be at liberty or else " "Well? or else " "Then, you will not betray me, will you?" "Your anxiety on that point comes rather late," said Anselmo dryly.
Of all this silly set the one that shows the least and also the most sense is my rival Anselmo, for having so many other things to complain of, he only complains of separation, and to the accompaniment of a rebeck, which he plays admirably, he sings his complaints in verses that show his ingenuity.
However, this feeling shortly passed away, as must needs be; and we all three began to converse together. While he talked, something of the old "Anselmo" came back into Lord Ravenel's face: especially when John asked him if he would drive over with us to Enderley. "Enderley how strange the word sounds! yet I should like to see the place again. Poor old Enderley!"
She had been so painfully excited this evening, and Anselmo, who knew her past, shuddered when he thought that the Seine was not far away. Without a pause he ran to the edge of the water; the dawning day was raw and chilly, and Anselmo shuddered as he looked in the dark waves. Were they taking his dearest treasure on earth along in their course?
It was well indeed that he should be departing, inasmuch as yestereve, when he bid Ursula good night, Giustiniani had given him to understand that he, Herdegen, was in his way; at home he would have shown his teeth, and with good right, to any man who had dared to speak to him, but in Venice every man who lodged in the Fondaco was forbid the use of weapons, and he had heard tell of Anselmo Giustiniani that he, unlike the rest of his noble race, who were benevolent men and patrons of learning, albeit he was a prudent statesman and serviceable to the city, was a stern and violent man.
From him, my cousin gained the information that brother Anselmo had left the convent about five years ago, and not having returned, it was thought that an accident had happened to him. But a discovery had since been made, which led them to suppose, that brother Anselmo had, for some time, been carrying on a system of deception.
"Oh, Jane, it is I the wretched priest!" whispered Anselmo; "forgive me for my crimes against you and tell me if that girl there is," he pointed to the other room "my our daughter?" But the invalid could not speak any more; she only nodded, and then closed her eyes forever. When day dawned a broken-down man rose from the bedside of the deceased.
"I will wake Jane," said Anselmo after a short pause, "I will tell her an excuse, and since she believes in me, she will be ready at once to follow me! I will tell her I am in danger and must leave France." Anselmo carefully opened the door and listened. All was still in the house, and, going on tiptoe, he glided up to the next story and into Jane's room. Merciful God, it was empty!
The middle-aged spinister and the Friends, glad to be rid of that contemptible, mundane bevy, assailed the Professor with questions. Must he really not tell where the modern Catacombs were? How many people met there? Women also? What were the subjects of his discourses? What did the monks of Sant' Anselmo say? And was anything known concerning this man's previous career?
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