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"Would you give it away?" cried Hugo. "I am to be a monk. A monk has no property," was Dino's answer. "I wanted to be sure that he did not repent of his decision before I moved a finger." "You seem to have no scruple about despoiling Miss Murray of her goods," said Hugo, drily. A fresh gleam shot from the young man's eyes. "Miss Murray is a woman," he said, briefly. "She does not need an estate.
I have my own Brian now. Call me mother: it is long since I have heard the word." "Mother!" Dino's musical tones were tremulous. "My mother! I have thought of her all my life." "Ay, my poor son, and but for the wickedness of others, I might have seen and known you years ago. I had an interloper in my house throughout all those years, and he worked me the bitterest sorrow of my life."
From time to time she heard their happy laughter; it thrilled her with joy, and she never wanted to interrupt it. She had seen how Cornelli behaved when listening to one of Dino's stories; the little girl was as eager as if she were experiencing it all herself.
"It is our wine," he said, with a smile. "It looks like an old friend." "I thought that you would appreciate it," said Hugo, with a laugh, as he rose and poured the red wine carelessly into Dino's glass. "It is too rough for me; but I was sure that you would like it." He poured out some for himself and raised the glass, but he scarcely touched it with his lips. His eyes were fixed upon his guest.
He went, but as soon as he reached Dino's bed-side he found that he knew not what to say, Dino looked up at him with eyes full of grave, wistful affection, and suddenly smiled, as if something unwontedly pleasant had dawned upon his mind. "Ah," he said, "at last you know." "Yes, I know," said Brian. "And you are sorry? I am sorry, too."
Just be happy, Cornelli, and do not imagine all kinds of things about block-headed Trina." Cornelli did not say another word, but Dino noticed that she kept on thinking just the same. After a while the mother came to announce that it was time for Dino's rest. The prospect of seeing each other again on the following day was a great consolation to them both.
Three times she tried to call his name, with an agony of effort which, perhaps, brought her back to consciousness for the dream, if dream it was, vanished, and she awoke. Awoke to the remembrance of what she had heard, concerning Hugo's attempt on Dino's life, and the fact that she had sent her son out of the house to walk to Dunmuir alone.
I am sure you'll forget everything else that worries you, and in the end you'll forget about it and so be gay again." Cornelli shook her head. "No, you can't prevent it from getting worse," she said, covering her forehead with more hair. However, she took Dino's hand as a promise to come again, for she had enjoyed her visit very much and was looking forward to repeating it.
To him the high places will be given; to me to me But he will pray for me." Elizabeth's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. The old man's form was bent; his face was shrunken, his eyes were dim. As she rightly guessed, it was the sorrow of Dino's death that had aged him in this way. Brian spoke next.
With a grave and anxious face Brian brought him some water, wrapped a cloak round his shaking shoulders, and stood by him, waiting for the paroxysm of coughing to abate. Dino's cough was seldom more than the little hacking one, which the wound in his side seemed to have left, but it was always apt to grow worse in cold or foggy weather, and at times increased to positive violence.
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