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It is a necessity rather than a pleasure for us; for since the people of the South will not or can not learn our tongue, we are obliged to become familiar with theirs." The Signor Deodati, as though a new and sudden thought possessed his mind, seized his nephew's hand, and fixing his eyes affectionately upon him, said in a calm tone: "I am pleased with you, Geronimo.
Van de Werve had at first remained near the door in order to welcome his guests as they entered; but supposing that the greater part of those invited had arrived, he left this place and was walking from group to group, joining in conversation for a few moments, and saying some pleasant words to each. The old Deodati had seated himself in an arm-chair apart.
Give no names; but at least give us some idea of the reasons we have for hope." Simon Turchi shrugged his shoulders. "Ah, signor," said Deodati, reproachfully, "you are ungenerous. This morning before 'Change you were about to confide the secret to me, when you were interrupted by the approach of friends. Tell it to me now."
I admire your unbounded love for a man so little deserving of it; but, signor, you require rest. Follow my advice: go to Italy, and do not shorten your life by the sorrows which may await you in England." "The advice is no doubt good," replied Deodati; "but I cannot follow it.
Van de Werve contemplated his daughter with ever-increasing pity; then overcome by the sight of her grief, he took her hand, and tenderly pressing it, he said to her: "Cheer up, my dear Mary, do not weep. We will see what answer the Signor Deodati will return to the conditions I will propose to him.
Deodati took his hand, and said: "Messire Van Schoonhoven, I am most grateful to you. Excuse me for the remaining longer in your honorable company; but I am indisposed, and I must return home. May God protect you, signor." "And are you going also, Signor Turchi?" asked the bailiff.
Perhaps you might discover it by an examination of the books." There was a short silence. Mr. Van de Werve's eyes were fixed upon the ground. Signor Deodati passed his hand across his brow, and was absorbed in painful thoughts. Simon watched for a few moments, with an inquisitive eye, the effect of this revelation upon his two companions, trying to penetrate their very souls.
Heavens! Signor Turchi, what has happened to him?" He arose hastily and regarded in astonishment Simon Turchi, who entered and attempted to speak, but the words seemed to die upon his lips; for he stood trembling in the centre of the room, uttering unintelligible sounds. He was pale as death. Deodati arose also, and looked inquiringly at Turchi.
A torrent of tears fell from his eyes, and while Deodati and Mr. Van de Werve begged him to tell the cause of big extraordinary emotion, he stammered: "Oh! let me be silent; despair tortures my heart. I can tell no one but the bailiff; he will soon be here. If I could but doubt! But no, it is too true; there is no more hope! May the God of mercy receive his poor soul into heaven!"
Meanwhile Do you your part. As yet I cannot say What I shall do only, give way I will not, Depose me, too, they shall not. On these points You may rely. My lords, the generals. WALLENSTEIN. Let them come in. TERZKY. Shall all the chiefs be present? WALLENSTEIN. 'Twere needless. Both the Piccolomini Maradas, Butler, Forgoetsch, Deodati, Karaffa, Isolani these may come.
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