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Sodoma's influence at Siena, where he lived a picturesque life, delighting in his horses and surrounding himself with strange four-footed pets of all sorts, soon produced a school of worthy masters. Girolamo del Pacchia, Domenico Beccafumi, and Baldassare Peruzzi, though they owed much to the stimulus of his example, followed him in no servile spirit.
"I wonder Marescotti and Baldassare are not here already," he added, looking toward the door. "I left them both in the street; they were to follow me up-stairs immediately." "Ah!" said the marchesa, smiling sarcastically, "Count Marescotti is not to be trusted. He is a genius he may be back on his way to Rome by this time."
The savage look Ruspoli had cast on him, when he led her up to him in one of the figures of the cotillon; how Malatesta had grinned at him how Orsetti had whispered "Bravo!" in his ear. Might not some rumor of all this reach Enrica? through Trenta, perhaps, or that chattering fool, Baldassare? If they spoke of the accident, they would surely connect his name with that of Nera.
The cavaliere was still standing on the same spot, in the centre of the street. "Baldassare," he said, addressing him more calmly, "this is a wicked calumny. The marchesa must not hear it. Upon reflection, I shall not notice it. Malatesta is a chattering fool an ape! I dare say he was tipsy when he said it. But, as you value my protection, swear to me not to repeat one word of all this.
The cavaliere retorted that "it was too hot for any lady to walk," swung his stick menacingly in the air, called Baldassare "an imbecile," and peremptorily ordered him to call a fiacre. Baldassare turned scarlet in the face, and rudely refused to move. "He was not a servant," he said. "He would do nothing unless treated like a gentleman."
What she would have said to Baldassare is difficult to guess, but fortunately for him, while she was struggling for words in which she could suitably express her sense of his presumption, Trenta, seeing what was coming, was beforehand. "Be silent, Baldassare," he exclaimed, "or, per Dio, I will never bring you here again." Before Baldassare could offer his apologies, the count burst in
Endymion who has overslept himself and missed Diana Narcissus overcome by the sight of his own beauty." After being called, pushed, and pinched, by the cavaliere, Baldassare at last opened his eyes in great bewilderment stretched himself, yawned, then, suddenly clapping his hand to his side, looked fiercely at Trenta. Trenta was shaking with laughter.
"Yes, I addressed the hermit," he continued, and he raised his fine head and crossed his hands on his breast as if he were still before him. "I kissed his bare feet, road-stained with errands of charity. 'My father, I said to him, 'bless me' " "Not only so," interrupted Baldassare, "but, would you believe it, madame, the count cast himself down on the dusty street to receive his blessing!"
When he turned round to look for Baldassare, Baldassare had disappeared. When Nobili rushed home through the dark streets from the Countess Orsetti's ball, he shut himself up in his own particular room, threw himself on a divan, and tried to collect his thoughts. At first he was only conscious of one overwhelming feeling a feeling of intense joy that Nera Boccarina was alive.
Baldassare eyed the cavaliere defiantly; but he pulled at his curled mustache in silence. The cavaliere stopped short, raised his head, and scanned him attentively. "Out with it, my boy, out with it, or it will choke you! I see you are dying to tell me!"
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