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A conjecture, which had been aroused since his conversation with Henrica, appeared to be confirmed; he seized the steward's arm so suddenly and unexpectedly, that the latter drew back, and continued eagerly: "What do you know of her? I beseech you, Belotti, tell me all." The servant looked up the stairs, then shaking his head, answered: "You are probably mistaken.
The mother, who had at first refused to extend her love for her neighbor to the young Glipper girl, now found it hard to be deprived of the opportunity to do a good work, and gave expression to these feelings in the sturdy fashion peculiar to her. Belotti was standing in the entry, no longer attired in the silk hose and satin-bordered cloth garments of the steward, but in a plain burgher dress.
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!
"You will honor me by accepting them; perhaps you will allow me to bring you others." "Henrica!" the voice again called from the stairs, and the young lady answered hastily: "Give Belotti whatever you choose, but soon, for I shan't stay here much longer." Wilhelm gazed after her.
It was not within the limits of the captain's authority to grant him a leave of absence for several weeks the journey to Italy would have required that length of time but the Junker had consulted the musician, and the latter had found the right man, with whom Wilhelm speedily made the necessary arrangements, and brought him without delay: it was the old steward, Belotti.
The mother, who had at first refused to extend her love for her neighbor to the young Glipper girl, now found it hard to be deprived of the opportunity to do a good work, and gave expression to these feelings in the sturdy fashion peculiar to her. Belotti was standing in the entry, no longer attired in the silk hose and satin-bordered cloth garments of the steward, but in a plain burgher dress.
"A child, his own daughter!" exclaimed Wilhelm indignantly. "People are differently constituted," Belotti continued.
"I had fallen asleep," said Damianus simply and naturally, but in a voice less deep and powerful than would have been expected from his broad breast and tall figure. "I will read the mass, visit my sick, and then return. Have you thought better of it, Belotti?" "It won't do sir, the Virgin knows it won't do.
He had daily inquired for the sick lady, and after her death, though Denise began to recover, still lingered in Leyden; he thought it his duty to show the last honors to the dead by attending her funeral. The magistrates were glad to find Belotti in the house. The notary had managed his little property, and respected him as an honest man.
He was beginning to speak of his home to Wilhelm, but the musician made him curt replies and asked him to get his cloak. Belotti now led him courteously into a small room at the side of the great hall, took off his cloak, and then went upstairs.
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