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Little he knew of the swordcraft I had learnt from old Falcone, a thing which once learnt is never forgotten though lack of exercise may make us slow. He cut at me again, and narrowly missed the lamp in his stroke. And now, I can most solemnly make oath that in the thing that followed there was no intent. It was over and done before I was conscious of the happening.
Then she explained: "You must go into the Street Victor-Emmanuel, down the Falcone road and the side street San-Rafael and into the furniture shop in the building at the right at the end of a court, and there you must ask for Madame Rondoli. That is the place." And so she went away, leaving me rather astonished. When Paul saw that I was alone, he stammered out: "Where; is Francesca?"
I would to God I had flung back my head and told my mother as he prompted me that I was lord of Mondolfo, and that Falcone must remain since I so willed it. I strove to do so out of my love for him rather than out of any such fine spirit as he sought to inspire in me.
His face flushed scarlet. The habit of obedience may have been strong in Falcone too; but it was obedience to men; with women he had never had much to do, old warrior though he was. Moreover, in this he felt that an affront had been put upon the memory of Giovanni d'Anguissola, who was my father and who went nigh to being Falcone's god. And this his answer plainly showed.
I am waiting for you." I stifled a groan, and let my arms fall limply to my sides. I was a weakling and contemptible. I realized it. And yet to-day when I look back I see how vast a strength I should have needed. I was but thirteen and of a spirit that had been cowed by her, and was held under her thrall. "I... I am sorry, Falcone," I faltered, and there were tears in my eyes.
It is I who order your departure." Falcone did not answer her; he affected not to hear her, and continued to address himself to me. "You are the master here, my lord," he urged. "You are the law in Mondolfo. You carry life and death in your right hand, and against your will no man or woman in your lordship can prevail."
"It matters something that Gino Falcone should not starve," he said. "It matters more that my son should not be damned," she answered him, and with that answer left him weapon-less, for against the armour of a crassness so dense and one-ideaed there are no weapons that can prevail. "Listen," she said, and her eyes, raised for a moment, comprehended both of us in their glance.
I have business up there, and that client of yours is perhaps impatient about his millions." "Good-bye," answered Carnesecchi. "There is plenty of time, as you say. Perhaps we may meet this evening at the Falcone." "Perhaps," said Marab drily, and turned away.
She had just discovered the watch-chain, the end of which was hanging out of Fortunato's jacket. "Who gave you that watch?" demanded she in a severe tone. "My cousin, the Adjutant." Falcone seized the watch and smashed it in a thousand pieces against a rock. "Wife," said he, "is this my child?" Giuseppa's cheeks turned a brick-red. "What are you saying, Mateo? Do you know to whom you speak?"
One day, at last, very timidly, like one who, whilst overconscious of his utter unworthiness, ventures to crave a boon which he knows himself without the right to expect, I asked Falcone would he show me something of Marozzo's art with real weapons. I had feared a rebuff.
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