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Updated: June 27, 2025
It was perhaps foolish of her to walk to her own gate, but there was nothing to be ashamed of in the feeling which prompted her to do it. Don Teodoro walked beside her on the left, and Elettra pressed close to her on the right, as they threaded the foul black lanes towards the castle.
Arsenic had little or no taste, and Veronica would drink her cup readily like the rest. She would die before the next morning. That was certain. Everything would tend to throw the suspicion of having attempted to commit a horrible wholesale murder, upon Elettra. The will could be kept back until the first uproar and excitement should be over.
It would go hard, if Matilde could not divert Veronica's attention for one moment while she dropped the lumps into the cups, having concealed them in her handkerchief beforehand. There would be no servant in the room, for Elettra would have gone out. Gregorio would know beforehand what was to be done and would help to divert Veronica at the right moment.
"Poor beast! What can have happened to it?" Veronica was really sorry, but of the two the maid had been the more fond of the cat. "It must have eaten something." Elettra looked up, suspiciously, and Veronica drew back a step, half straightening herself. Her foot touched something close to the wall.
I do not care so much about the beads, but I need the medicine. I feel so horribly tired and weak, all the time." "Send one of the men," suggested Veronica. "A man could not buy jet things," objected Matilde. "You could not let Elettra go out for me, could you? It is a fine morning, for a wonder, and she need not be gone more than half an hour." "Certainly," answered Veronica, promptly.
"Is it so far?" asked Veronica, whose ideas about the position of her property were still uncertain, for it had never struck Elettra that her mistress did not know how far it was from Eboli to Muro. "It is over thirty miles," answered the priest, with a smile. "We are beyond civilization in Muro we are in the province of Basilicata.
Something moved once, and I was sure that I heard breathing." Gregorio watched her gravely while she was speaking, but in the silence that followed, his small eyes wandered uneasily. "The girl is lonely," he said at last. "She makes Elettra sleep in the room next to hers, because she is nervous." Matilde seemed to be thinking over what she had said.
"It happened in the night, and all was confusion, but I would not let them disturb you. They heard the pistol-shot and broke down the door. He was already dead. He had shot himself." "Who?" asked Veronica, in instant horror. "Some one in the house? A servant?" Elettra shook her head. "No. I would not tell you but you must know. It was Count Bosio." Veronica turned pale and started up. "Bosio?
They went away together, leaving the invalid with Taquisara and his own servant. Veronica led them to her favourite room, then showed them their own, and went back to wait for them, while Elettra brought the tea, just as she had done of old in the Palazzo Macomer. Veronica watched her while she was arranging the tea-table. Elettra, who rarely spoke unbidden, ventured to make a remark.
Then, if the woman had not prevented her, almost forcibly, she would have gone upstairs to see him where he lay dead. But Elettra would not let her go, for she knew that Matilde was there, and why; and moreover, it was not within her ideas of custom that a young girl should go and look at any one dead. But Veronica's tears flowed on.
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