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He spoke jerkily, in the labored phrase of a man who has to pick and choose the readiest words in an unfamiliar language. Carmela, with a sudden movement, raised her face to his, and threw aside her veil. "Salvador!" she said. His eyes glared into hers. His frenzied clutch at the reins pulled the horse on to its haunches. "My God! . . . Carmela!" he almost shrieked. "Yes.
Learning and teaching, she might make her mind lord of her emotions. She came forward rather shyly to meet her cousins. The three together were somewhat overpowering, flounced and frilled alike, and highly scented. Maria and Carmela fat, pleasant and profuse; Gemma silent, with dark resentful eyes and scornful lips that never smiled at other women. "You will show me the best things?"
And then, too, she knew she was beautiful; not so beautiful, perhaps, as her two sisters, Carmela and Librada, whom she had heard Harvey say were the handsomest girls he had ever seen. But yet and again a pleasant flush tinged her pale cheeks he had always liked to talk to her most, although she was only a girl of sixteen, just returned from school in California.
Teresa followed him with her eyes into the darkness as long as she could, and when he had quite disappeared, she went into the house with a sigh. "That night a memorable event occurred, due, no doubt, to the imprudence of some servant who had neglected to extinguish the lights. The Villa of San-Felice took fire in the rooms adjoining the very apartment of the lovely Carmela.
With this we may contrast the closing sentence of the work: And lest there should be left any thing imperfect in this pastorall accident, Doron smudged himselfe up, and jumped a marriage with his old friend Carmela.
"You would improvise," Olive was beginning, when Carmela sprang up and ran to the window again. "It is Orazio!" she cried. "He has come in a cab." The vetturino had pulled his horse up with a jerk of the reins after the manner of his kind; the wretched animal had slipped and he was now beating it about the head with the butt end of his whip. His fare had got out and was looking on calmly.
Are you coming out with us this evening?" The Menotti strolled down to the Lizza nearly every day after the siesta, and Carmela often persuaded her cousin to accompany them. The gardens were set on an outlying spur of the hill on which the wolf's foster son, Remus, built the city that was to be fairer than Rome.
One peasant woman would have accomplished more real work than any five of the Librationist grandes dames. Despite her firm chin, Carmela De Sylva did not contemn the meretricious aid of dress. Iris looked fresh and cool in soft muslin, whereas the newcomer was travel-stained and disheveled.
De Sylva rose hastily, with an amazed look on his usually unemotional face; forthwith the girl flung herself into his arms. "Father!" "Carmela!" San Benavides, whose back was turned, heard the joyous cries of the reunited father and daughter. They were locked in each other's embrace, and the eyes of every man present were drawn to a pathetic and unexpected meeting.
"I shall be sorry to lose you," she said, "though I admit it will be pleasant to occupy my own room again." Then Iris was genuinely distressed. "I had not the least notion " she began, but Carmela nodded and made off, saying as she went: "What matter for one night?" So, at last, she would learn the truth. Salvador was out there, alone. She would soon judge him. If he were innocent, she would know.
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