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The lady's visit, however, had presumably already been long, and she presently got up, saying she must go, and kissed Mrs. Ambient Mark started to walk with her to the gate of the grounds, holding Dolcino by the hand. "Stay with me, my darling," Mrs. Ambient said to the boy, who was wandering away with his father.
The lady's visit, however, had presumably been long, and she presently rose for departure and kissed Mrs. Ambient. Mark started to walk with her to the gate of the grounds, holding Dolcino by the hand. "Stay with me, darling," Mrs. Ambient said to the boy, who had surrendered himself to his father.
It came back to me afterwards too the sound of these critical words. They weren't petulant; they expressed rather a sudden coldness, a mechanical submission. We went a few steps further, and then he stopped short and called the boy, beckoning to him repeatedly. "Dolcino, come and see your daddy!" There was something in the way he stood still and waited that made me think he did it for a purpose.
If I could have taken him on my own knee he perhaps would have managed to say it; but it would have been a critical matter to ask his mother to give him up, and it has remained a constant regret for me that on that strange Sunday afternoon I didn't even for a moment hold Dolcino in my arms.
Her smooth, shining hair was confined in a net She gave me a very pleasant greeting, and Dolcino I thought this little name of endearment delightful took advantage of her getting up to slip away from her and go to his father, who said nothing to him, but simply seized him and held him high in his arms for a moment, kissing him several times.
Mark Ambient called again, and Dolcino struggled in the maternal embrace, but he was too tightly held, and after two or three fruitless efforts he suddenly turned round and buried his head deep in his mother's lap. There was a certain awkwardness in the scene; I thought it rather odd that Mrs. Ambient should pay so little attention to her husband.
He had a crisis at two o'clock in the morning. I know that from the nurse, who had left her then, but whom, for a short time, she called back. Dolcino got much worse, but she insisted on the nurse's going back to bed, and after that she was alone with him for hours." "Do you pretend that she has no pity, that she's insane?"
"Of the unspeakable thing that has happened under this roof!" Her manner was habitually that of such a prophetess of ill that I at first allowed for some great extravagance. But I looked at her hard, and the next thing felt myself turn white. "Dolcino IS dying then he's dead?" "It's too late to save him. His mother has let him die!
He had said that he hoped very much Dolcino would read all his works when he was twenty; he should like him to know what his father had done. Before twenty it would be useless; he would n't understand them. "And meanwhile do you propose to hide them, to lock them up in a drawer?" Mrs. Ambient had inquired. "Oh, no; we must simply tell him that they are not intended for small boys.
We rose to receive the group, and as they came near us Dolcino twisted himself about. His enchanting eyes showed me a smile of recognition, in which, for the moment, I should have taken a due degree of comfort.
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