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He could not get away till the play was nearly finished, and Edgardo was singing amongst the tombs of ancestors. His new friends hoped to see him at the Garibaldi tomorrow evening. He promised; then he remembered that if they kept to Harriet's plan he would have left Monteriano. "At ten o'clock, then," he said to Gino. "I want to speak to you alone. At ten." "Certainly!" laughed the other.
"My own Edgardo! and you still love me? You still would marry me in spite of this dark mystery which surrounds me? In spite of the fatal history of my race? In spite of the ominous predictions of my aged nurse?" "I would, Selina;" and the young man passed his arm around her yielding waist. The two lovers gazed at each other's faces in unspeakable bliss. Suddenly Selina started.
The first object that greeted Edgardo, as he rode up to the station on the arrival of the train, was the body of Burke the Slogger hanging on the cowcatcher; the second was the face of his deserted wife looking from the window of a second-class carriage. A nameless terror seemed to have taken possession of Clarissa, Lady Selina's maid, as she rushed into the presence of her mistress.
"Lucia di Lammermoor," an opera in three acts, words by Cammarano, was first produced at Naples in 1835, with Mme. Persiani and Sig. Duprez, for whom the work was written, in the principal rôles of Lucia and Edgardo. Its first presentation at Paris was Aug. 10, 1839; in London, April 5, 1838; and in English, at the Princess Theatre, London, Jan. 19, 1843.
"Oh, my lady, such news!" "Explain yourself," said her mistress, rising. "An accident has happened on the railway, and a man has been killed." "What not Edgardo!" almost screamed Selina. "No, Burke the Slogger, your ladyship!" "My first husband!" said Lady Selina, sinking on her knees. "Just Heaven, I thank thee!" The morning of the seventeenth dawned brightly over Sloperton.
The two lovers gazed at each other's faces in unspeakable bliss. Suddenly Selina started. "Leave me, Edgardo! leave me! A mysterious something a fatal misgiving a dark ambiguity an equivocal mistrust oppresses me. I would be alone!" The young man arose, and cast a loving glance on the lady. "Then we will be married on the seventeenth."
The stranger shuffled away, and Edgardo returned to his bride. "A trifling matter of business I had forgotten, my dear Selina; let us proceed." And the young man pressed the timid hand of his blushing bride as he handed her into the carriage. The cavalcade rode out of the court-yard. At the same moment, the deep bell on Guy's Keep tolled ominously.
The music of Edgardo was designed for the voice of M. Duprez, that of Lucia for Mme. Persiani, and the result was brilliantly successful, not only as suiting the styles of those singers, but in making a powerful impression on the public mind. Mme.
"Edgardo! You here?" "Yes, dearest." "And you you have seen nothing?" said the lady in an agitated voice and nervous manner, turning her face aside to conceal her emotion. "Nothing that is, nothing of any account," said Edgardo.
The villain's eyes sparkled as he nodded at Edgardo. "Enough, you understand; leave me!" About half a mile from Sloperton Station the South Clapham and Medway line crossed a bridge over Sloperton-on-Trent. As the shades of evening were closing, a man in a slouched hat might have been seen carrying a saw and axe under his arm, hanging about the bridge.
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