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He knelt upon the ground, and, kissing Enrica's hand, placed it within her own. Then he rose, and, with that grace natural to him, bowed and stood aside, waiting for her to speak. The marchesa neither moved nor did she speak. When she felt the warm touch of Enrica's hand within her own, it seemed to rouse her. She drew her toward her and kissed her with more love than she had ever shown before.
As he raised his hand to push back the hair which fell over his eyes, a sharp twitch of pain for his hands were scorched and blistered brought all that had happened vividly before him. A warmth of joy and love glowed at his heart. He had saved Enrica's life. Henceforth that life was his. From that day they would never part. From that day, forgetting all others, he would live for her alone.
How surrender herself to the glamour of his words? Remembering all this, despair comes over her. Again Enrica shrinks from him. She bursts into tears and hides her face with her hands. Enrica's distrust of him, her silence, her tears, cut Nobili to the soul. He knows he deserves it. Ah! with her there before him, how he curses himself for ever having doubted her!
She handled the sheets then extended both her hands to Pipa, as if she had been buried and asked to be raised up again. She tried to sit up, but she fell back upon her pillow. Pipa's arms were round her in an instant. She put back the long hair that fell upon Enrica's face, and poured into her mouth a few drops of a cordial Fra Pacifico had left for her.
"I leave you!" a soft dew came into Enrica's eyes as she fixed them upon Nobili a dew that rapidly formed itself into two tears that rolled silently down her cheek "never never!" Spite of the horrors of the past, these words, that look, tell him she is his! Nobili's heart leaps within him. For a moment he is breathless speechless in the tumult of his great joy.
The offer you sanctioned of Enrica's hand to Count Marescotti, has been misrepresented to him. Undoubtedly Nobili ought to have sought an explanation before he left Lucca; but, the more he loved Enrica, the more he must have suffered before he could so address her." "You justify Count Nobili, then, my father, not only for abandoning my niece, but for endeavoring to blast her character?
"I have not left my room, marchesa, ever since" at last Marescotti left Enrica's side, and approached the marchesa "until an hour ago, when Baldassare" and the count bowed to Adonis, still seated sulky in a corner "came and carried me off in the hope that you would permit me to join your rubber. Had I known" he added, in a lower voice, bending his head toward Enrica.
"My Enrica," he said at last, taking her by the hand and imprinting a kiss upon her forehead, "you are a good child. Heaven bless you, and keep you always as you are!" A conscious blush overspread Enrica's face. "If he knew all, would he say this?" she asked herself; and her pretty head with the soft curls dropped involuntarily.
Still she pitied her old friend, although no word expressed it; nothing but the pressure of her hand resting upon his shoulder. Trenta's sobs were the only sound that broke the silence. "This is losing time," she said. "Send at once for Fra Pacifico. Until he comes, we know nothing." When Fra Pacifico's rugged, mountainous figure entered Enrica's room, he seemed to fill it.
Let it be the motto of his low-born race that a Nobili dishonored a Guinigi. Go I wish you were dead!" and she points with her finger toward the door. Every word that fell from the marchesa sounded like a curse. As she speaks, the smiles fade out of Enrica's face as the lurid sunlight fades before the rising tempest. She grasps a chair for support.
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