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Updated: May 4, 2025
Moreover, as compared with the fate of the musician, Cucurullo cared little what became of Ortensia; for his devotion to his master filled his whole life, whereas the young girl's only claim to his attachment was that Stradella was in love with her.
Quite out of sight in the choir, more than sixty nuns and at least as many of their girl pupils were still chanting matins when Stradella and the two Bravi entered the Church of San Domenico, followed by Cucurullo. The latter's fellow-servant had left Ferrara at dawn with his masters' luggage, to ride ahead and order rooms and dinner at Bologna for the whole party.
Cucurullo heard the bitter note that rang in the last words, and he partly understood, for he had known her long enough to guess that she had a sad story of her own. 'We ought to watch the signs for the masters, he said. 'They see nothing, hear nothing, and think of nothing but each other. One of these days the young gentleman will lay a snare and they will step into it like a pair of sparrows.
It was already nearly dark in the church, but the twilight was still bright outside, and the carriage was standing quite close to the old porch; for the present portico was not built then, and the steep carriage road ended in a square patch of pavement before the doors. Cucurullo glanced at the coachman and recognised Tommaso, who nodded to him with a friendly smile.
'How awful! cried Pina in a low voice. 'I never was in greater danger, said Cucurullo gravely, 'and my mouth was already full of salt water. But I did not say then "whatever is fated will happen," Donna Pina, for I was anxious to say the second versicle of the Psalm before I was drowned, and I tried what I could to keep my head up long enough for that.
Thereupon he turned again and stalked away, much to Cucurullo's consternation; and in this manner the fourth and last of the runaway party that had arrived at the inn from Rovigo disappeared in Ferrara, somewhat to the surprise of the innkeeper, but not to his loss, since Cucurullo had paid for his lodging in advance.
You said you were in a hurry, you know. 'Yes, Tommaso said, rather breathlessly. 'I was that is I am in in a moderate hurry! 'My reason for going with you is that I want your valuable advice, Cucurullo went on, still keeping up the tremendous pace without the least apparent difficulty. 'About what? gasped the highwayman, ashamed to be beaten by a hunchback.
She had a lute on her knees, but her hands held a large sheet of music, from which she had been reading over the words of the song before trying it. She did not look up as the door opened and was shut, for she supposed it must be Cucurullo who had come to ask a question. Don Alberto stood still a few seconds in silent admiration.
As it was quite clear that Tommaso wished to go on his errand alone, Cucurullo turned into a narrow street when he left him, and walked slowly, picking his way over the uneven pavement.
'He never lived my life! objected Pina with a sharp little laugh; and she poured out two fingers of sour white wine and drank it. 'If the Maestro had thought as you do when I was thrown overboard, I should have drowned, said Cucurullo quietly. 'When did that happen? asked Pina, interested at once.
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