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Updated: May 15, 2025
There was something refreshing in the ring of his deep voice and the clank of his spurs as he crossed the marble floor. "Signora Duchessa, you are very good to receive me. I did not know that this was your breakfast-hour. Ah!" he exclaimed, glancing at Sister Gabrielle, who had also risen to her feet, "good day, my Sister."
It is very unlikely that I shall ever marry." "I trust, Signora Duchessa, that in any case you will always command my most humble services." With this protestation of fidelity the lawyer left the Palazzo Astrardente, and Corona remained in her boudoir in meditation of what it would be like to be the feudal mistress of a great title and estate.
But that seemed to strike the Duchessa as somewhat vague. "In what house?" she asked. "I do not know, Excellency," he confessed. "We will find a house." "Would you like to come back with me, and sleep at my house?" The boy and girl looked at each other, taking mute counsel. Then, "Pardon, noble lady with your Excellency's permission, is it far?" the boy questioned.
"Yes, he thought he must have left it there. He is always mislaying it. Happily, he has another, for emergencies. It was very good of you to trouble to bring it back." She gave a light little laugh.. "I may also improve this occasion," Peter abruptly continued, "to make my adieux. I shall be leaving for England in a few days now." The Duchessa raised her eyebrows. "Really?" she said.
As Giovanni and Donna Tullia came back to their drag, they suddenly found themselves face to face with the Duchessa and her husband. It did not surprise Corona to see Giovanni walking with the woman he did not intend to marry, but it seemed to give the old Duke undisguised pleasure. "Do you see, Corona, there is no doubt of it!
But if you say one word against him before he comes, I will lock you into this room and leave you. I certainly will not hear you." Donna Tullia reflected that the Duchessa was in her own house, and moreover that she was not a woman to be trifled with. She threw herself into a chair, and taking up a book that lay upon the table, she pretended to read.
It was not until the things which Veronica hastily ordered from Naples arrived in huge carts from Eboli that she began to reflect seriously upon what she had done under a sudden impulse. The Duchessa wrote that she should require four or five days to reach Muro, by easy stages, and there was plenty of time to make preparations for receiving the party.
I abhor all crime, and much prefer that you should live. But, if you die, my salario continues. I am employed to guard the health of the Duke's family especially the old Duchessa and have no part in this detestable business." "Isn't that a bite?" "No, signore. It is the current. It is not time for the fish to bite." Uncle John arose. "Good afternoon, doctor." "Good afternoon, signore."
He asked the porter if the Duchessa was at home, and on being answered in the affirmative, he boldly entered and ascended the marble staircase boldly, but with an odd sensation, like that of a schoolboy who is getting himself into trouble. Corona had just come home, and was sitting by the fire in her great drawing-room, alone, with a book in her hand, which she was not reading.
"And what difficulty lay in the way of becoming Duchessa di Lodi? Certainly none that arose from the Signor Duca. Governors and fathers, and uncles and aunts, and police commissaries, and the devil knows what, all interfered to keep two young hearts asunder, and spoil the game. And why did they interfere? the devil have them all in his keeping!
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