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But after a while, as he affirmed that told it to me, Messer Dante seemed to shake off the trance or whatever it was that held him possessed, and then, moving with the strange steadiness of one that walks in his sleep, made through the most lonely part of the garden for that wing of the house of Messer Folco where Madonna Beatrice was lodged.
After that she was silent for a while, and then they talked as usual, and the day went by as other days had gone. On the next afternoon Folco Corbario reached Saint Moritz and sent a note up to Marcello asking him to come down on the following morning. Regina was left alone for a few hours, and she went out with the idea of taking a long walk by herself.
Folco Corbario's mourning was unostentatious and quiet, but none of the few persons who saw him, whether detectives or servants, could doubt that he was profoundly affected. He grew paler and thinner every day, until his own man even began to fear that his health was failing. He had done, and continued to do, everything that was humanly possible.
"Shall I not see Aurora?" he asked suddenly. "She is out," answered the Contessa. "I will tell her that you asked after her." "Is she as beautiful as ever?" inquired Folco. "She is a very pretty girl." "She is beautiful," Folco said, with conviction. "I have never seen such a beautiful girl as she was, even when she was not quite grown up.
I make no doubt that there were some who grumbled and carped and cavilled; said this and said that; grunted porcine over the pretty pass things were coming to in the city when a nobody or a next-to-nobody like young Dante of the Alighieri could presume to lift his impudent eyes to a daughter of a man like Folco Portinari, one of the first citizens of Florence, and a man that builded hospitals and basilicas at his own expense.
This cause was Messer Simone dei Bardi, who was standing in the centre of the room with Messer Folco Portinari and other grave elders about him, and he was talking in a loud voice, as it were, to them in particular, but also in general to the assembled company.
For I had that inside my jerkin against my breast which, though indeed it belonged to Messer Guido, Messer Guido had never yet seen, and I had brought it with me to deliver to him. And it concerned the subject-matter of the speech of Folco and his friends. But Messer Guido could say little to please them.
"Did your mother send word to Folco that you were here?" asked Marcello quickly, in a low tone. "Not that I know. Why?" "It is no matter. I wanted to be sure. Thank you." They went upstairs side by side, not even glancing at each other, much more anxious to seem perfectly indifferent than to realise what they felt now that they had met at last.
For instance, though he is a good way behind, I am sure he is looking at me now, just in that way." Marcello turned his head instinctively, and saw that Folco had just dismounted to tighten the girth of the Contessa's saddle.
Therefore, since you have the doubt, since you are not absolutely sure of yourself, I think the only thing to do is to find out what you really feel, before taking an irreparable step." "Yes," said Marcello, who had fallen into the trap laid for him. "I know that. But how am I to make sure of myself?" "There is only one way," Folco answered.
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