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Updated: June 28, 2025
I think the reason why I liked you was that you seemed so much more terrible than all the others who looked in at my cabin door." "I am as mild as milk and almonds," said Aristarchi. "I am as timid as a rabbit." His deep voice was like the purring of a huge cat. Arisa looked down at his head.
"Michael will wait for us below, in one of the ship's boats. There is room for all Contarini's possessions, if we could only get at them." "Would it not be better to be content with what we have already, and to go at once?" asked Arisa rather timidly. "No," replied Aristarchi. "I am going to say good-bye to your old friend in my own way."
"My name is Charalambos Aristarchi, and I desire the honour of speaking with Messer Angelo about the purchase of several cargoes of glass for the King of Sicily." "I will deliver your message, sir," said Zorzi. "Pray wait a minute, I will open the door." Aristarchi's big head disappeared at last. "Yes!" growled the porter to Zorzi. "Open the door yourself, and take the blame.
She needed no other answer to what he said, but in the scorn of her curving mouth, which seemed all meant for Marietta, there was contempt for him, too, that would have cut him to the quick of his vanity. Aristarchi walked deliberately by the pillar to the aisle, as he passed, and listened for the flapping of the heavy leathern curtain at the door.
Having delivered himself of these opinions Aristarchi began to look about him for whatever might be worth the trouble of carrying off, and Arisa collected all her jewels from the caskets in which they were kept, and little bags of gold coins which she had hidden in different places.
"I do not see how you can force him to do anything except by his passion for you." "I can. I was not going to tell you yet you always make me tell you everything, like a child." "What is it?" asked the Greek. "Have you found out anything new about him? Of course you must tell me." "We hold his life in our hands," she said quietly, and Aristarchi knew that she was not exaggerating the truth.
"Master porter," he began in a friendly tone, "can you tell me who that beautiful lady is, who came here a moment ago?" "There is no reason why I should," snarled the porter, beginning to strip the outer leaves from a large onion which he pulled from a string of them hanging by the wall. Aristarchi said nothing for a few moments, but watched the man with an air of interest.
She told Aristarchi everything, as naturally as she would have concealed everything from Contarini. "We shall be rich," she said, twining her white arms round his swarthy neck and looking up into his murderous eyes with something like genuine adoration. "We shall get the wife's dowry for ourselves, by degrees, every farthing of it, and it shall be the dower of Aristarchi's bride instead.
Aristarchi, though not much taller than himself, was the biggest man he had ever seen. He thanked Zorzi, who pushed forward the porter's only chair for him to sit on while he waited. "I will bring you an answer immediately," said Zorzi, and disappeared down the corridor. Aristarchi sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and took a pistachio nut from his pouch.
Beroviero looked where she was looking. By the first pillar, gazing intently at Arisa's kneeling figure, stood Aristarchi, his hands folded over his broad chest, his shaggy head bent forward, his sturdy legs a little apart. He, too, had come to see the promised bride, and to be a witness of the bargain whereby he also was to be enriched.
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