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She was herself a stately and handsome woman. "The child is famished," said Adone, seeing his mother's displeasure. "She shall eat then, but let her eat outside," said Clelia Alba, and went back into the kitchen. Nerina waited by the threshold, timid and mute and humble, like a lost dog; her eyes alone expressed overwhelming emotions: fear and hope and one ungovernable appetite, hunger.
Clelia Alba, moreover, had lost her youth earlier even than others: lost it for ever when her husband at five-and-twenty years of age had been killed by falling from an olive-tree of which the branch sustaining him had cracked and broken under his weight. His neck had been broken in the fall.
"Can you manage them, little one?" "Oh, yes; they love me." "Go then; but take care." "She is a good child!" said Gianna. "The beasts won't hurt her. They know their friends." Clelia Alba, to whom her own and her son's dignity was dear, said nothing of her own displeasure and surprise at Adone's absence. But she was only the more distressed by it.
He went about the house, raving of her to everybody, with sundry Gallic interjections; until Mrs. Chump said: "'Deed, sir, ye don't seem to have much idea of a woman's feelin's." Tracy produced in a night two sketches of libretti for Emilia to choose from the Roman Clelia being one, and Camillus the other. Tracy praised either impartially, and was indifferent between them, he told her.
She will kiss the girl in heaven and see that. He rose, crying louder: 'Are there echoes here? But his voice beat against the rocks undoubted. She saw that a frenzy had seized him. He looked with eyes drained of human objects; standing square, with stiff half-dropped arms, and an intense melody of wretchedness in his voice. 'Rinaldo, Rinaldo! he shouted: 'Clelia! no answer from man or ghost.
Now there's somebody round, I guess maybe I could drop off to sleep." At first Clelia was not much alarmed; for though Sabrina was known to have heart-spells, she always came out of them and went on her way with the same gentle impregnability. But in the middle of the night, she suddenly woke Clelia sleeping on the lounge beside her, by saying in a clear tone: "Wouldn't it be strange, Clelia?"
But if I should be taken away I 'most think I'd like to have it put on me." The cool summer dawn was flowing in at the window. The solemnity of the hour moved Clelia like the strangeness of the time. It hushed her to composure. "I will," she promised. "If you should go before me, I'll do everything you want. Now you get some sleep."
It begun to seem as if folks needed somebody that hadn't anything of her own to keep her; an' then, spells between their wantin' me, I'd say, 'I won't face it till I've cleaned the house, or 'till I've got the gardin made. An', Clelia, that was the grief that was goin' to conquer me, if I'd faced it; an' I ain't faced it yet! I ain't believed it!"
"Death is always listening; and if he hear his name he taps the talker on the shoulder, just to show that he is there and must be reckoned with." "Not so, my son!" replied Clelia Alba, with a sigh. "He has every soul of us written down in his books from the time we are born; we all have our hour to go and none of us can alter it." "I do not believe that," said Adone.
Clelia offered the better theme for passionate song, but there was a winning political object and rebuff to be given to Radicalism in Camillus. "Think of Rome!" he said. Emilia gave the vote for Camillus, beginning forthwith to hum, with visions of a long roll of swarthy cavalry, headed by a clear-eyed young chief, sunlight perching on his helm.
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