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Updated: June 25, 2025
Wilhelm must certainly have looked anything but well-clad, for as he stood in old Fraulein Van Hoogstraten's spacious, stately hall, the steward Belotti received him as patronizingly as if he were a beggar.
To be secured to herself. Otherwise they will fall into the clutches of that foot-pad, d'Avila. "Three times as much to Henrica. Her father will pay her the money from the sum he owes me. Where he gets it is his affair. Thus the account with him would be settled. "Belotti has behaved badly. He shall be passed over. "Denise may keep what was given her."
"This mild saint in long woman's robes doesn't look as if he could grasp anything strongly" thought Wilhelm, "yet his hands are callous and have toiled hard." When Belotti entered the room and saw the sleeping priest, he carefully pushed a pillow under his head and beckoned to Wilhelm to follow him into the entry. "We won't grudge him a little rest," said the Italian.
"Why, sir, how your cheeks glow! Did you meet the signorina in Italy?" "Perhaps so, Belotti." "Why, of course, of course! Whoever has once seen her, doesn't easily forget. What is it you wish to know?" "First, the lady's name." "Anna." "And not Isabella also?" "No, sir, she was never called anything but Anna." "And when did she leave Holland?" "Wait; it was four years ago last Easter."
But Belotti appeared, and now she was once more at home, her friend and sister were standing beside her bed, and Henrica encouraged her to hope for her father's forgiveness. It was past midnight, yet Georg still awaited his friend's return.
Oh! sir, I have experienced in this house things, which your youth does not dream could be possible. The young lady has wounded you. Am I right or wrong?" "You are mistaken, Belotti." "Really? I am glad for your sake, you are a modest artist, but the signorina bears the Hoogstraten name, and that is saying everything. Do you know her father?" "No, Belotti." "That's a race-a race!
With these words he went down the ladder. On reaching the street, he pondered over the words in which he should apologize to Doctor Bontius, with a face as sour as if he had wormwood in his mouth; but his eyes and bearded lips smiled. His learned friend made the apology easy for him, and when Belotti came home, he found the doctor by the sick girl's bed.
There has never been an Isabella in this house to my knowledge, but I will gladly place myself at your service. Come again after sunset, but you must expect to hear no pleasant tale." Twilight had scarcely yielded to darkness, when the musician again entered the Hoogstraten mansion. The little room was empty, but Belotti did not keep him waiting long.
The gentlemen thought it was concealed in a secret drawer, and ordered one of the constables to call a locksmith. Belotti allowed this to be done, but meantime listened with special attention to the low chanting that issued from the bedroom where the old lady's body lay.
The city clerk nodded assent and folding the papers, said: "I think the dead woman's property will be an advantage to the city." "The Prince will dispose of it," replied Van der Werff. "How long have you served this lady, Belotti?" "Fifteen years." "Then remain in Leyden for a time. I think you may expect the legacy she originally left you. I will urge your claim."
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