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Updated: May 21, 2025
"You would gain nothing by so doing," was Vajdar's cool retort. "I could not possibly forego the pleasure of your company, in whatever way you might choose to continue your journey." "What is your purpose in all this?" demanded Blanka. "To make you either as happy as a man can make a woman, or as wretched as only the devil himself can render a human being." "I defy you to do either."
"No, I am not tired," Blanka asserted. "Let us go on this evening," and she was ready to remount at once. "But the horses ought to graze a little longer," objected Aaron, "and even then we shall fare much better if we walk down the mountain; it will be easier for us than riding."
To find himself called upon to lighten Blanka Zboroy's duties and to live in constant sight of her happy home life, after all he had done in the vain attempt to spoil that life, was more than he had counted on. He bit his compressed lips till the blood ran.
While Aaron's performance was still in progress, his brother Alexander broke through the circle of spectators and whispered something in his ear, whereupon the dancer immediately ceased his exhibition with the cry, "They have come!" With an exclamation of joy Blanka sprang up from her seat. She wished to be the first to welcome the long-awaited pair.
Even the commandant at Verona had interceded for him in vain. He must have a powerful enemy who pursued him with relentless persistence. Blanka well knew who that enemy was, but she took no steps for she felt that they would have been useless to try to soften him. Her family were united in opposing any suggestion on her part of undertaking a journey.
Arriving at the shoemaker's shop, Blanka was received by a little man of lively bearing and a quick, intelligent expression. "Pst! No words needed," was his greeting. "I know all about it. I am Citizen Scalcagnato, il calzolajo. Take my arm, citizeness. Cittadino Adorjano lives on the top floor, and the stairs are a trifle steep. He is out at present, but his studio is open to you."
"Because I shall not go to the parson to-morrow, but shall wait until after Sunday. I am going to your church on that day, and till then I can't tell whether I wish to belong to it or not." This prudent resolve met with Aaron's hearty approbation. It was not long before Anna and Blanka became the warmest of friends.
"There he is." Zenobia pointed to the other horse, on whose back was bound a swathed form a corpse. "Jonathan!" cried Blanka, wildly. "Your brother killed my father," Zenobia continued in a monotone, "and my brothers killed your brother; and so it will go on now for nobody knows how long."
All this affects even the most hardened of skeptics with a power that cannot be withstood. For the time being the imagination is mistress of the reason. As the crowd poured out of the chapel after the ceremony was over, Blanka shot a glance of scrutiny from beneath her veil at the young man by her side.
It was more for the sake of winning the hand of Madam Dormandy, who was a devout Catholic, and of marrying her then and there, in Rome, than on account of his client's interests. Here let us take leave of the worthy man and let him depart with God's blessing, his newly married wife by his side, and his honorarium from Princess Blanka in his pocket.
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