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Carmela made a sound as of breaking bones and hummed a few bars of Chopin's Marche Funèbre. Olive shuddered. "You are an impressionist, Carmela. Two dabs of scarlet and a smear half a word and a shrug of the shoulders and you have expressed a five-act tragedy. I think you could act." "Oh, I am not clever; I should never be able to remember my part."
He stroked his chin as he went out to pronounce a funeral oration on those who had fallen during the fight. "I think," said he reflectively, "I think that Carmela dislikes that girl. I wonder why?" Philip had never, to his knowledge, seen the Senhora De Sylva.
Carmela and her husband are living in the Ladrones, and Librada and her husband, though they are still on Ponapé, are ten miles away from mother and I. Then Jack is in California, and Ned is away on a whaling cruise." A quick emotion stirred his bosom as he looked into her now joyous face.
The quadrille had been most perfect, and it was evident there was a great demand for a repetition, Carmela alone objecting to it, but the Count of San-Felice besought his daughter so earnestly, that she acceded. One of the cavaliers then hastened to invite Teresa, without whom it was impossible for the quadrille to be formed, but the young girl had disappeared.
She had no colour, but her curved lips were faintly pink, as were the palms of her soft, idle hands. "I shall be glad when she is married," her aunt said often. "It is very well for Maria or Carmela to go through the streets alone, but Gemma is otherwise, and I cannot be always running after her. Then her temper ... Dio mio!" "Perhaps it is the vinegar," suggested Carolina rather spitefully. "No.
As the count was immensely rich, excepting the danger Carmela had run, and the marvellous manner in which she had escaped, made that appear to him rather a favor of providence than a real misfortune, the loss occasioned by the conflagration was to him but a trifle. "The next day, at the usual hour, the two young peasants were on the borders of the forest. Luigi arrived first.
What has the poor beast ever done to you?" She turned to Carmela. "I know him. His wife does washing for Signora Aurelia," she explained. A slow grin overspread the man's heavy face as he rubbed his head. "Mad English," he said, and then looked closely at the coin the Lucchese had tendered him. "Your legal fare," Orazio began pompously. "Santo Diavolo " "I am a lawyer." "Si capisce!
Will you give the signorina her shoe?" He handed it to Orazio, who took it awkwardly. "The incident is closed," Olive said as she came back to her cooling tea. "I hope there is a heaven for horses and a hell for men. Oh, how I hate cruelty! Carmela, if that is Orazio I must say I sympathise with Gemma. How could any woman love a mean, narrow-shouldered, whitey-brown paper thing like that?"
The three girls were inclined to stoutness, but Gemma drank vinegar and ate sparingly, and so had succeeded in keeping herself slim hitherto, though she was only three years younger than Maria, who was twenty-nine and looked forty. Carmela was podgy, but she might lace or not just as she pleased.
Thus, she gathered one fact as to Carmela, and more than suspected another. For a reason that every woman will understand, she felt a subtle thrill of fear. If San Benavides were really Carmela's accepted lover, then, indeed, Iris had good cause for foreboding.
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