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Updated: June 10, 2025
Being asked if she could recognise the man to whom she had given the infant, she replied that she could not; but that when she had asked if he were Fabio, he had answered "yes," and that she had entrusted the babe to his care in the faith of that reply. "All this is true," returned Don Juan; "and you furthermore bade me deposit the child in a place of security, and instantly return."
Giovanni Borgia the younger, Cardinal Ludovico, and Rodrigo, captain of the papal guard, were her brothers. Her sister Girolama, as above stated, was married to Fabio Orsini. The ceremony of Angela's betrothal took place in the Vatican in the presence of the ambassador of France.
After she had gone, Fabio returned to the priest, who was still busy over his cast. "I hope you will get on better with the bust to-morrow," said Father Rocco, politely; "I am sure you cannot complain of your model." "Complain of her!" cried the young man, warmly; "she has the most beautiful head I ever saw.
The Malay's face was radiant with triumphant pride and delight, a delight almost malignant; he opened his mouth wide, and from the depths of his chest there broke out with effort a prolonged howl.... Muzzio's lips parted too, and a faint moan quivered on them in response to that inhuman sound.... But at this point Fabio could endure it no longer; he imagined he was present at some devilish incantation!
Valeria sat motionless, and only gradually she turned white ... and she drew her breath more slowly. 'Then, continued Muzzio, 'I waked up and played that song. 'But who was that woman? said Fabio. 'Who was she? The wife of an Indian I met her in the town of Delhi.... She is not alive now she died. 'And her husband? asked Fabio, not knowing why he asked the question.
Fabio and his wife, their eyes somewhat brightened by the strong champagne, proposed in turn their toast to Zézé. "Here's to Zézé and the eighteen happy years we've lived together!..."
I understood now the alarm of the man who had sold me grapes on the highway that morning; my appearance was strange enough to startle any one. Indeed, I scarcely recognized myself. Would my wife, would Guido recognize me? Almost I doubted it. This thought was so painful to me that the tears sprung to my eyes. I brushed them away in haste. "Fy on thee, Fabio! Be a man!"
A hard, heavy sob rose in my throat and choked my utterance. I was young; and the cruel waste and destruction of my life seemed at that moment more than I could bear. She heard me, and the smile brightened more warmly on her countenance. She came close to me half timidly yet coaxingly she threw one arm about my neck her bosom heaved quickly. "Fabio," she murmured "Fabio, forgive me!
One fine autumn day, Fabio was putting the last touches to his picture of his Cecilia; Valeria sat at the organ, her fingers straying at random over the keys.... Suddenly, without her knowing it, from under her hands came the first notes of that song of triumphant love which Muzzio had once played; and at the same instant, for the first time since her marriage, she felt within her the throb of a new palpitating life.... Valeria started, stopped....
"Oh, no, no, no!" she moaned, wildly, "not Fabio! no, it cannot be=-Fabio is dead dead! And you! you are mad! this is some cruel jest of yours some trick to frighten me!" She broke off breathlessly, and her large, terrified eyes wandered to mine again with a reluctant and awful wonder.
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