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"However, I suppose I can't order you off your father's locomotive." Jake smiled. "You can resent my taking the line you hint at when I've done so, but I guess one must make allowances. You're getting the fever badly, partner." "It's the heat," Dick answered in an apologetic tone. "Anyhow, Santa Brigida's a dirty, uninteresting place."
I embraced him and thanked him for putting so much trust in me. I felt proud at the good work I was about to perform, and smiled at the thought of Brigida's anger when she found that her lover had escaped. I wrote to my good friend Dandolo that in five or six days a young abbe would present himself before him bearing a letter from myself.
"Stop, cousin!" said Bardo, in his imperious tone, for he had a remark to make, and only desperate measures could arrest the rattling lengthiness of Monna Brigida's discourse. But now she gave a little start, pursed up her mouth, and looked at him with round eyes. "Francesco Valori is not altogether wrong," Bardo went on.
The heavy black plait fell down over Monna Brigida's face, and dragged the rest of the head-gear forward.
"See," said Romola, clasping the beads on Tessa's neck, "God has sent me to you again." The poor thing screamed and sobbed, and clung to the arms that fastened the necklace. She could not speak. The two children came from their corner, laid hold of their mother's skirts, and looked up with wide eyes at Romola. That day they all went home to Monna Brigida's, in the Borgo degli Albizzi.
She could easily prevent him from doing this, and could so gain a few minutes more to listen behind the summer-house without danger of discovery. She had lost Brigida's answer to Father Rocco's question; but she was in time to hear her next words. "We are alone here," said Brigida. "I am a woman, and I don't know that you may not have come armed.
Romola was too deeply moved by the main events which she had known before coming to Florence, to be wrought upon by the doubtful gossiping details added in Brigida's narrative. The tragedy of her husband's death, of Fra Girolamo's confession of duplicity under the coercion of torture, left her hardly any power of apprehending minor circumstances.
Thoughts of going into a convent forthwith, and never showing herself in the world again, were rushing through Monna Brigida's mind. There was nothing possible for her but to take care of her soul. Of course, there were spectators laughing: she had no need to look round to assure herself of that. Well! it would, perhaps, be better to be forced to think more of Paradise.
He moved the bag of scudi while he spoke back to his own side of the table. Brigida's cheeks reddened, and she rose from her seat. "Am I to understand, sir," she said, haughtily, "that you take advantage of my position here, as a defenseless woman, to cheat me out of the reward?" "By no means, madam," rejoined the doctor.
His respiration grew lighter and more regular, and by and by he fell into a profound sleep. Richard watched awhile expectantly, with his head resting against the rail of the bedstead; then his eyelids drooped, and he too slumbered. But once or twice, before he quite lost himself, he was conscious of Brigida's thin face thrust like a silver wedge through the half-open door of the hall bedroom.
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