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Simon Turchi continued to converse familiarly with the Signor Deodati, who was charmed with his intelligence, but still more with the kind consideration which made him refrain from joining in the general conversation in order to entertain an old man.
"You are welcome this side of the Alps, Signor Deodati," replied Simon Turchi. "My father often spoke of your mutual friendship. May God grant you prosperity in Brabant!" "I am under many obligations to you, signor," replied the old Deodati, "for the affectionate interest you have shown in my nephew.
That wicked man tried to persuade me that you had lost ten thousand crowns at play. You were too virtuous, too grateful for that, my beloved boy!" "Observe the respect due the law, Signor Deodati. Continue your statement, Signor Geronimo." "What an odious falsehood!" said the young man.
Mary Van de Werve, now Madame Geronimo Deodati, appeared at the door accompanied by her husband.
The servant who opened the door ushered him into a parlor and went to call his master. Deodati threw himself into a chair, covered his face with his hands, and was so absorbed in thought that he was not aware of Mr. Van de Werve's entrance. "Good morning, signor," said the Flemish noble, saluting him. "Your early visit encourages me to hope that you have news of our poor Geronimo." "Bad news, Mr.
Even on the day of your arrival, Signor Deodati, when Geronimo met me in the dock-yard on the bank of the Scheldt, he begged me to inquire for an English vessel which would leave on that or the next day, and secretly to engage his passage on board. You may well know that I combated this foolish project, and I left him only when he promised me to abandon the idea."
Van de Werve joined them, and after the first salutations said to the old Deodati: "I am happy to present to you my friend, the Signor Simon Turchi, who is at the head of the house of the Buonvisi, and who frequently does me the honor to visit me." "Ah! I know him well," said Deodati, cordially taking Simon's hand. "The signor is from Lucca, and the son of an esteemed friend."
She had seen the officers at the door, and she seemed to inquire of her father the cause of their presence. She remarked her father's pallor and embarrassment. Simon Turchi looked down, as if in despair. Deodati covered his face with his hands.
A cry of anguish escaped the young girl, and she glanced in turns at her father, Deodati, Turchi, and the bailiff; but they each seemed anxious to avoid her eye. "Go to your room, Mary," said Mr. Van de Werve. "Give me this proof of affection. Ask nothing."
He was convinced that it would preserve him from a violent death, and he always wore it around his neck." "I know the circumstances under which the amulet was given him," replied Deodati. "I myself had some faith in this talisman, because it was the recompense of a good action; but we have no proof that the woman who gave it to Geronimo had any certain knowledge of its efficacy.
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