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"My interview with the Comtesse Hermenstein was a private one" he said, "And if a spy was present, he must prove himself a spy. And we of the Church do not accept a spy's testimony!" White with indignation Aubrey sprang forward, but Cyrillon Vergniaud restrained him. "Patience!" he said in a low tone "Let him have his way for the moment it will then be my turn!"
"You you " stammered Moretti, retreating from him as from some loathsome abomination, "You Gys Grandit!" "You, Cyrillon! you! you, my son!" and the Abbe almost lost breath in the extremity of his amazement, while Cardinal Bonpre half rose from his chair doubting whether he had heard aright.
So why should I not confess to you at once that there is a woman I love! yes, love with all my soul, though I have seen her but once! and she is too far off, too fair and great for me: she does not know I love her but I heard she had been murdered that she was dead " "Angela Sovrani!" cried Aubrey. Cyrillon bent his head as a devotee might at the shrine of a saint. "Yes Angela Sovrani!"
It may be that the clasp of my hand in his may be a better preparation for his meeting with God, and my mother, than the touch of the Holy Oils in Extreme Unction!" "Like all your accursed sect, you blaspheme the Sacraments" interrupted Moretti indignantly "And in the very presence of one of her chiefest Cardinals, you scorn the Church!" Cyrillon gave a quick gesture of emphatic denial.
I am a faithful servant of the Church; and the Church is a system of moral government in which, if the slightest laxity be permitted, the whole fabric is in danger " "A house of cards then, which a breath may blow down!" interposed "Gys Grandit," otherwise Cyrillon Vergniaud, "Surely an unstable foundation for the everlasting ethics of Christ!"
I told him so but he would have it his own way, moreover, I am instructed to publish his will in any Paris paper that will give it a place. Now this clause is to my mind exceedingly disagreeable, and I wish I could set it aside." "Why?" asked Cyrillon quietly. "My dear young man! Can you ask? Why emphasise the fact of your illegitimacy to the public!" "Why disguise it?" returned Cyrillon.
At this name, Vergniaud's son Cyrillon stirred, and lifting his dark handsome head turned his flashing eyes full on the speaker. "Did you address me, Monsignor?" he queried, in a voice rich with the musical inflexions of Southern France, "I am Gys Grandit!" Had he fired another pistol shot in the quiet room as he had fired it in the church, it could hardly have created a more profound sensation.
"And I also swear to you that the picture yonder, which, though offensive to the Church and blasphemous in its teaching, is nevertheless a great masterpiece of painting, is the work of the unfortunate dead man you so greatly wrong!" "Liar!" And Cyrillon Vergniaud sprang forward, interposing himself between Sovrani and the priest. "Liar!" Gherardi turned a livid white.
"I wish Manuel were here!" she said plaintively. "He would understand!" "Manuel is with Cardinal Bonpre in London," replied Cyrillon. "I heard from Aubrey yesterday that they are going about together among the poor, doing good everywhere. Would you like to join them? Your friend Sylvie would be glad to have you stay with her, I am sure." She gave a hopeless gesture.
I wronged a woman this boy's mother " and he indicated with a slight gesture Cyrillon, who had remained a silent witness of the scene, "and the boy himself from early years set his mind and his will to avenge his mother's dishonour.
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