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Gradually he broke down the maiden's reserve. She discovered the secret of the peep-hole; she consented to communicate with him; finally the two conversed by a system of signals. Fabrice even dared to tell Clelia that he loved her and truly he was in love, for the first time in his life.
And ere he began each sermon, Fabrice looked earnestly round his congregation to see if Clelia was there. But Clelia, adhering to her vow, stayed away. It was not until she was told that a certain Anetta Marini was in love with the preacher, and that gossip asserted that the preacher was smitten with Anetta Marini, that she changed her mind.
Right, Devereux, right, there is something infectious in the atmosphere; one catches good humour as easily as if it were cold. Shall we stroll on? /my/ Clelia is on the other side of the Exchange. You were speaking of the play-writers: what a pity that our Ethereges and Wycherleys should be so frank in their gallantry that the prudish public already begins to look shy on them.
But it seemed to him that the devil had "troppo braccia" given him, was allowed too long a tether, too free a hand; if indeed he it were that made everything go wrong, and Adone did not see who else it could be. Here, in the vale of Edera, all the world believed in Satan as in holy water, or in daily bread. Clelia Alba crossed herself hastily, for she was a pious woman.
On the third day, however, a heavy wooden shutter was clapped upon the window. Nothing daunted, Fabrice proceeded patiently to cut a peep-hole in the shutter by aid of the mainspring of his watch. When he had succeeded in removing a square piece of the wood, he looked with delight upon Clelia gazing at his window with eyes of profound pity, unconscious that she was observed.
He has told me that he is master here. I do not deny it. He is over age. He can bring her here if he chooses, but I go." "But you must know the child cannot live here with a young man!" "Why not?" said Clelia Alba, and a cruel smile passed over her face. "It seems to me more decent than lying out in the fields together night after night."
My dear friend, you are a woman of sense and foresight; try to see this thing as it is." "I will hear what Adone says, sir," replied Clelia Alba doggedly. "If he bids me burn the house, I shall burn it." Don Silverio was heart-sick and impatient. What use was it to argue with such minds as these? As well might he waste his words on the trunks of the olives, on the oxen in their stalls.
"Mother, whether life for me shall be long or short, here its every hour shall be spent!" he said, as he stood on his own ground and looked through the olive-trees to the river, running swiftly and strong beneath the moon. "Those are good words, my son," said Clelia Alba, and her hands rested on his bowed head.
"I don't know 's I could tell exactly," said Sabrina, in her gentle voice. "Now, dear, I'm goin' to get this off an' have my clo'es. I'm better." "You do feel better, don't you?" assented Clelia joyously, helping her. That night they supped together at the table, and when the dusk had fallen and Sabrina sat by the window breathing in the evening cool, she said shyly, like a bride:
It wanted then two hours of noon. When twelve strokes sounded from across the river, tolled slowly by the old bronze bell of the church tower, he went for the noonday meal and rest to the house. The old man was not longer there, but Clelia Alba said to him "Dario says they summon you to Dan Beda, and that you will not go?" "He said right." "But, my son," cried his mother, "go you must!
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