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Again the shadow of death was upon her the shadow that had led her to the dark abyss. When Nobili dropped her hand; Enrica leaned forward upon the edge of the marble rails. She hid her head upon her arms. Her long hair, escaped from the fastening, shrouded her face. "Benedicat vos omnipotens Deus!" spoke the deep voice of Fra Pacifico. He made the sign of the cross. The address followed.
Oh, the noble count! Oh, how I love him " "No, dear Pipa," Enrica answered, softly, "I am not hurt only frightened. The fire had but just reached the door when he came. He was just in time." "To think we had forgotten her!" murmured Pipa, still holding her tightly. "Who remembered me first?" asked Enrica, eagerly. "The marchesa, signorina, the marchesa. She remembered you.
And Nobili had listened to Nera's cruel words, and had not risen up and torn out the lying tongue that uttered them! He had sat and heard Enrica torn to pieces as a panting dove is severed by a hawk limb by limb! Even now Nobili's better nature, spite of the glamour of this woman, told him he was a coward to listen to such words, but his good angel had veiled her wings and fled.
Enrica raised her eyes to his. Such a depth of tenderness and purity beamed from them, that Nobili asked himself with shame, how he could have forgotten her. With this blue-eyed angel by his side it seemed impossible, and yet Pressing Enrica's hand more tightly, he placed it fondly on his own. "So small, so true," he murmured, gazing at it as it lay on his broad palm.
"Yes," she answered, sighing deeply. "It seems to me a year since I entered this room. I must leave Lucca. Enrica cannot, after what has passed, remain here. Thanks to her, I, in the solitude of my own palace, am become the common town-talk. Cesare, I shall leave Lucca to-morrow for my villa of Corellia. Good-night." The cavaliere again kissed her hand and departed.
With the sound of her own voice all came back to Enrica in an instant. She closed her eyes, and longed never to open them again! "Gone! gone! forever!" sounded in her ears like a rushing of great waters. Then she lay for a long time quite still. She could not bear to speak to Pipa. His name Nobili's name was sacred. If Pipa knew what Nobili had done, she might speak ill of him.
She raised her hand, opened it slowly, and gazed at it. Her hand was empty. "Where is ?" Enrica asked, in a voice like a sigh then she stopped, and gazed up again distressfully into Pipa's face. Pipa knew that Count Nobili's letter had been taken by Fra Pacifico. Now she bent over Enrica in an agony of fear lest, when her reason came and she missed that letter, she should sink back again and die.
I had hoped that a child I had reared at my side would have learned and reflected my will would have repaid me for years of care by her obedience." "O my aunt!" exclaims Enrica, sinking on her knees, "forgive me forgive me! I am ungrateful." "Rise," cries the marchesa, sternly, not in the least touched by this outburst of natural feeling. "I care not for words your acts show you have defied me.
Enrica felt that it must be so. A wild joy possessed her. This joy was harder to bear than the pain. Enrica was actually sinking under the hope that Nobili might return to her! Fra Pacifico noticed the gray shadow that was creeping over her face. "Enrica must go at once to her room," he said abruptly, "else I cannot answer for the consequences. Her strength is overtaxed."
The life of this fragile girl lay in his hands. How could he resist that pleading look? Enrica had done nothing wrong. Was Enrica to suffer die, perhaps because Nobili had wrongfully accused her? Fra Pacifico passed his large, muscular hand thoughtfully over his clean-shaven chin, then stopped to gaze upon her. Her lips were parted, her eyes dilated to their utmost limit.
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