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Orazio flushed red and he seemed about to speak as Carmela rose from her seat, but the aunt interposed hurriedly. "Sit still, Gemma, you are tired or you would not speak so. The lights hurt your eyes and make your head ache." "Yes, I am tired," the girl said wearily. "I slept ill last night. Forgive me, Orazio, if I was cross. I am sorry."
His little cohort had done wonders, it is true, but of what avail were these ill-equipped stalwarts against a fast-moving fort, armed with heavy guns and propelled by thousands of steam horses? None, absolutely none. Dom Corria drew San Benavides aside. "All is ended!" he said quietly. "We shall never see Brazil again, Salvador meu! Carmela must find another lover, it seems."
"You used to tell father that Carmela and Librada were the most beautiful women you had ever seen." "So they were. But you are quite as beautiful. And, Tessa " "Yes, Harvey" this in the faintest whisper. "Could you care for me at all, Tessa? I do not mean as a friend. I am only a poor trader, but if I thought you could love-me, I " She took a quick glance around the deck, and bent towards him.
Certainly, in the eyes of an artist, the exact and strict costume of Teresa had a very different character from that of Carmela and her companions; and Teresa was frivolous and coquettish, and thus the embroidery and muslins, the cashmere waist-girdles, all dazzled her, and the reflection of sapphires and diamonds almost turned her giddy brain.
Carmela, all her fire gone, the pallid ghost of the vengeful woman who would have shattered her lover's skull were the revolver loaded, was the first to see him. She actually crouched in terror. Her tongue was parched. If she uttered some low cry, none heard her. Dom Corria, striving to dispose his meager garrison as best he could, met his trusted lieutenant. His face lit with joy.
"We only go to the Duomo to pray, and as to museums and picture-galleries And perhaps I had better tell you now, at once, that we do not want to learn English. We have got you several lessons through friends, but Maria and Carmela say they will not fatigue themselves over a foreign language, and I " "Oh," began Olive, "I thought " Gemma interrupted her. "A thousand thanks," she said rudely.
A little plaster bust of Dante stood on the table, and Olive kept the flowers her pupils gave her, pink oleander blossoms and white roses from the terrace gardens, in a jar of majolica ware, but otherwise the place was unadorned. "It is like a convent," Carmela said when she came there with Maria and her aunt for an English tea-drinking.
"I wonder he did," answered Saracinesca. "Indeed," replied the curate, after a moment's thought, "I remember that he came the next day yes and asked to have his card returned. But I could not find it for him. There was a hole in one of my pockets it had slipped down. Carmela, my old servant, found it a day or two later in the lining of my cassock.
Maria screamed loudly. Tongue-tied at first, she was badly scared when Carmela collapsed on her ample bosom. Restoratives and endearments followed. Carmela asked to be taken to a room where she might wash and shake the dust from her hair and clothes. Maria considered ways and means. Every room in the big house was crowded. "Who is in my own apartment?" demanded Carmela.
Brazilian etiquette forbade a more demonstrative greeting, and Carmela attributed Salvador's manifest sallowness to the hardships of campaigning no less than the shock of her sudden appearance. But the business of red war gave little scope for the many confidences that a girl who had journeyed more than four thousand miles for this reunion might naturally exchange with a father and a lover.
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