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Updated: July 25, 2025
After the priest had left the house, Belotti said, sighing: "He'll yet force me to yield to his will. He abuses his power over souls. I'm no saint, and what he asks of me " "Is right," said Wilhelm firmly. "But you don't know what it is to throw away, like a pair of worn-out shoes, the dearest hope of a long, sad life. And for whom, I ask you, for whom? Do you know my padrona?
The lifeless form was concealed beneath a costly coverlid, in the centre of which lay an exquisitely-carved ivory crucifix. The visitors bowed mutely before the corpse. Belotti approached it and, as he saw the padrona's well-known hands, a convulsive sob shook the old man's breast.
Never ending sorrow! Farewell, Georg! We can laugh at or pity each other, just as we choose. A heart pierced with seven swords: what an exquisite picture! Let us wear blood-red knots of ribbon, instead of green and blue ones. Give me your hand once more, now farewell." Henrica beckoned to the musician and both followed Belotti up the steep, narrow stairs.
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.
Wilhelm, as the door closed behind the three gentlemen, continued his way. Belotti had told him the day before that the young lady seemed very ill, but since her aunt was receiving guests, Henrica was doubtless better.
When these sad days are over, it will be easy to smooth the way to your home. We shall meet again towards noon, Belotti. If my assistance is necessary, send for me; old Ambrosius knows where to find me. May God's blessing rest upon you, and if you will accept it from me, on you also, Meister Wilhelm."
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 musician had clenched the handkerchief, with which he had wiped the perspiration from his brow, closely in his hand, and asked: "What more have you heard of Anna?" "Very little," replied Belotti. "Her father has torn her from his heart, and calls Henrica his only daughter. Happiness abandons those who are burdened by a father's curse, and she certainly did not find it.
Shortly after the arrival of the city messengers, a Spanish envoy had brought Burgomaster Van der Werff a letter written by Junker Nicolas Matanesse, containing nothing but the tidings, that Henrica's sister had reached Leyderdorp with Belotti and found shelter in the elder Baron Matanesse's farm-house. She was very ill, and longed to see her sister.
"Dismiss you from my service?" "With your excellenza's permission, yes from your service." The old woman started, clasped her hands tightly upon her fan, and said: "You are irritable, Belotti." "No, Padrona, but I am old and dread the misfortune of being ill in this house." Fraulein Van Hoogstraten shrugged her shoulders and turning to her maid, cried: "The sedan-chair, Denise.
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