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And yet the Contessa loved her charge, and persuaded herself that she was acting for Bice's good. Poor Bice, who was so good to little Tom! Was there nothing to be done to save her? "What's going to happen on Thursday?" the men of the Contessa's train asked of Sir Tom, as they followed him to the smoking-room, where Mr.
"Hullo!" said the tutor, looking around him and dropping his eye on Dick, "who is this from?" "From the Contessa Maraviglia," replied the girl. Mr. Mole gave her a piercing glance. The contessa's letter was a sort of puzzle to poor old Mole. "The Contessa Maraviglia begs the honour of the Signor Mole's company on the 16th instant.
And presently Eleanor on her side, while she was talking nervously and fast on a good many disconnected subjects, found herself observing her hostess. The Contessa's strong square face had been pale and grief-stricken when she saw it first. But she noticed now that the eyelids were swollen and red, as though from constant tears; and the little sallow daughter looked sadder and shyer than ever.
"I'm sorry Martel couldn't marry in France; this has been a tedious trip." "It was the Contessa's wish, then, to be wed in Sicily?" "I believe she insisted. And Martel agreed that it was the proper thing to do, since they are both Sicilians. He was determined also that I should be present to share his joy, and so here I am.
Out of one of the Contessa's boxes there came a paraphernalia of decoration such as would turn the head of the aesthetic furnisher of the present day.
"I sat up until two last night to finish the Contessa's dress. She is always in a hurry. If only she would pay what she owes," sighed the dressmaker. Olive promised to bring the money back with her, and she waited a long while in the stuffy passage of the Contessa's flat. There were imitation Abyssinian trophies on the walls, lances and daggers and shields of lathe and cardboard and painted paper.
That brave, large-brained woman with whom she had just been talking; there was something in the atmosphere which the Contessa's personality shed round it, that made Eleanor doubly conscious of the fever in her own blood. As in Father Benecke's case, so here; she could only feel herself humiliated and dumb before these highest griefs the griefs that ennoble and enthrone.
'Did you did you confide in him? said the girl after a moment, with a visible effort. Eleanor made no reply. She lay with her face hidden. When Lucy bent down to her she said with a sudden sob: 'Don't you understand? I have been near two griefs since I came here his and the Contessa's. And mine didn't stand the comparison.
I have heard of a great many schemes of benevolence, but never one like this." "No?" said Lucy, anxiously watching the Contessa's eye, for it was so strange to her to have sympathy on this point, that she felt a sort of longing for it, and that this new critic, who treated the whole matter with more moderation and reasonableness than usual, should approve.
This last little syllable caught the Contessa's fine ear, though it was not directed to her. She gave the Dowager a very gracious smile across the table. "Still," she repeated, "everywhere! People are so kind. My invitations are so many it was with difficulty I managed to accept that of our excellent Tom. But I had made up my mind not to disappoint him nor his dear young wife.
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