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In this he represents pilgrims with their staves, Spanish soldiers in doublets, monks and nuns; there is even a statue of the Blessed Virgin suspended on a tree, and that at a time when there was no Christianity, no Saint James of Compostella, neither convents nor Spaniards." "That is indeed singular," said Deodati, smiling.
"No, Petronilla, I will hide my feelings, and I will appear hopeful. I saw that the old man was overpowered by anxiety and trouble. Trust me, Petronilla, and let me go; I must know from the Signor Deodati if he has received any information." The duenna accompanied the young girl to the door of the room where Mr. Van de Werve and Signor Deodati were conversing together, but she let her enter alone.
His revelation caused me such intense grief that I could hardly stand, and I was obliged to support myself against the wall as I received the confession of the penitent assassin." A cry of horror escaped Deodati. Eager to hear the remainder, Mr. Van de Werve gazed fixedly upon the narrator.
"Of whom do you speak?" exclaimed Deodati. "His soul? Whose soul? Geronimo's?" Steps were heard in the vestibule. Simon Turchi went to the door, and said: "Here is the bailiff! He will know the secret which is breaking my heart."
He has long white hair, and his silvery beard looks like snow-flakes resting on his dark mantle. That is my old uncle, Signor Deodati." "What a superb-looking old man!" exclaimed Mary, in admiration. "In truth," said Mr. Van de Werve, "as well as I can judge at this distance, his appearance is very striking." "My uncle inspires respect wherever he goes," said the young man, enthusiastically.
The private conversation lasted a long time, and still took no favorable turn; on the contrary, the two old men ceased speaking, as though displeased with each other. Signor Deodati addressed a question to Mr. Van de Werve, to which the latter replied negatively. Both then arose, and approaching Geronimo and Mary, sat down in silence. Their countenances betrayed vexation and mutual displeasure.
He scowled at Geronimo, who was looking in another direction. Rage and jealousy goaded him almost to madness; he felt that the scar on his face, by its deepening hue, would betray his emotion, and to conceal it he covered his eyes with his hand. Deodati asked him with interest: "What is the matter, Signor Turchi? Are you ill?"
The old man gazed upon the ravishing beauty of the young girl in speechless admiration. Mary's lovely features were illumined by an enchanting smile which moved the old man's heart; her large blue eyes were fixed upon him with so soft and supplicating an expression that the Signor Deodati, extending his hand, murmured: "E la graziosa donzella!"
Ah! if I could forever " "Calm yourself, signor," said the bailiff, with perfect self-possession. "What have you learned?" "But but I must be alone with you. The news I have to communicate must not be revealed before Signor Deodati." The old man said, with tearful eyes: "You are cruel, Signor Simon! What could you say more terrible?
"For the love of God, abandon these useless evasions!" said Signor Deodati, roused to a high pitch of excitement by his impatience. "Why should not Mr. Van de Werve know that which, in your opinion, would give us a clue to my nephew?" "Since I am forced to speak," said Turchi, with a sigh, "approach and listen." As soon as Deodati and Mr.
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