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Perhaps he is in the library studying with Don Clemente, or perhaps he is in the church." The library, which runs across the narrow lane, communicates directly with the kitchen-garden. "There he is now!" the old man exclaimed. Jeanne started to her feet. The door leading from the library to the garden opened slowly. Instead of Piero, Noemi appeared, followed by the big monk.
If I cannot help you it will be surprising: you have seen how I can help myself." I did not again remind him that I had seen that very clearly when, at Rovigo, his foot had been clapped upon my coins; but Fra Clemente, if that were his name, saw that it was remembered. "Your money, let me say, would have been safer with me than with that oily thief Issachar," he said calmly, "but let that pass.
From Ajax he learned that at San Clemente, not twenty miles away, was another mission of greater historical interest and in finer preservation than any north of Santa Barbara. Ajax added that there was an excellent hotel at San Clemente, kept by two Englishmen, Cartwright and Crisp.
Don Clemente bared his head, and began to recite the Angelus Domini. Benedetto, erect, his hands clasped, said it with him, and, as long as the bells continued to ring, kept his gaze fixed on the young man who had shouted to him to speak; his eyes were full of sadness, of mystic sweetness.
Don Clemente, carrying a tiny lantern, went up to the great corridor, out of which the Abbot's rooms and his own opened. The Abbot, Padre Omobono Ravasio of Bergamo, was waiting for him in a small salon dimly lighted by a poor little petroleum lamp.
"Do you know who we are?" Noemi continued. Don Clemente replied that he believed he knew. They must be the two ladies Signora Selva expected. He thought she had mentioned her sister and Signora Dessalle. "Oh! you heard of us from my sister?" At Noemi's words Don Clemente could not refrain from exclaiming: "Then you are not Signora Dessalle?" Noemi saw that the man knew.
"Here is what the Abbot wrote after talking with you," said he. He showed Benedetto the sheet of paper, upon which the Abbot had written: "I consent. Send him away at once, that I may not be tempted to detain him!" Benedetto embraced his master impulsively, and rested his forehead against his shoulder without speaking. Don Clemente murmured: "Are you glad? Now it is I who ask you!"
She received no answer, for Don Clemente, seeing a colossal monk enter the cloister, begged to be excused one minute, and went to speak to him, returning presently with his majestic companion, whom he introduced as Don Leone, a guide far superior to himself, both as to the amount and the depths of his knowledge. Then, to her great chagrin, he himself withdrew.
After this fish freed himself he was so mad that he charged the boat repeatedly. Boschen fought a big broadbill for eleven hours. And during this fight the swordfish sounded to the bottom forty-eight times, and had to be pumped up; he led the boat almost around Catalina Island twenty-nine miles; and he had gotten out into the channel, headed for Clemente, when he broke away.
Jeanne clapped her hands. The piano and the violoncello attacked a solemn andante. She turned to Selva, who was coming in again after having accompanied his wife into the corridor, in order to tell her to telegraph to Don Clemente. She went towards him with clasped hands, her eyes full of tears. "Selva," she murmured in a stifled voice, "you know everything now. I cannot hide my feelings from you.
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