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The manner in which the anecdotes were told seemed to him boastful and self-conscious; and, notwithstanding his unwilling admiration for a man who could endure physical pain with the amazing fortitude which he had seen the week before, he genuinely disliked the Gadfly and all his works and ways. "It must have been a glorious life!" sighed Galli with naive envy.
I don't know yet what disguise I shall be in, but you have the password. You leave here to-morrow, I think?" The Gadfly was carefully putting on his beard and wig before the looking-glass. "To-morrow morning, with the pilgrims. On the next day I fall ill and stop behind in a shepherd's hut, and then take a short cut across the hills. I shall be down there before you will. Good-night!"
Unless I am greatly mistaken the Gadfly is about to send us her boats, and then you may perhaps be able to return in them. But do not build too much upon the chance, for as soon as they come within range I shall open fire upon them with round and grape; and if we cannot sink them before they get alongside, why, we shall deserve to be hanged, that's all."
Meantime Eros passed unseen through the grey mist, causing confusion, as when against grazing heifers rises the gadfly, which oxherds call the breese. And quickly beneath the lintel in the porch he strung his bow and took from the quiver an arrow unshot before, messenger of pain.
The Gadfly had insisted that the work should be finished by the middle of June; and what with the difficulty of conveying heavy transports over bad roads, and the endless hindrances and delays caused by the necessity of continually evading observation, Domenichino was growing desperate. "I am between Scylla and Charybdis," he wrote.
And somewhere down at the bottom of his consciousness there was a great empty place; a place that nothing and no one would fill any more, now that the Gadfly was dead. Someone was asking him a question, and he raised his head, wondering what could be left that was worth the trouble of talking about. "What did you say?" "I was saying that of course you will break the news to her."
The Gadfly sipped his coffee and ate his burnt almonds with the grave and concentrated enjoyment of a cat drinking cream. "How nice it is to come back to d-decent coffee, after the s-s-stuff one gets at Leghorn!" he said in his purring drawl. "A very good reason for stopping at home now you are here." "Not much stopping for me; I'm off again to-morrow." The smile died on her face. "To-morrow!
"I have already told Your Eminence; I should k-k-kill rats." "You would kill rats. That is to say, that if I were to let you escape from here now, supposing I had the power to do so, you would use your freedom to foster violence and bloodshed instead of preventing them?" The Gadfly raised his eyes to the crucifix on the wall. "'Not peace, but a sword'; at l-least I should be in good company.
Near the tree the sergeant stopped short, and the Gadfly looked round with his brightest smile. "Shall I stand here, sergeant?" The man nodded silently; there was a lump in his throat, and he could not have spoken to save his life.
He was rid of his incubus why mince the word now! rid of her gadfly vulgarity, her shallow emotions, her pinch-beck ideals, her hideous selfishness. By her own rash act she had freed him to marry the woman he loved with all his rugged strength the woman who that memorable September day had proved loved him. What was the transient chatter of the world beside this verity!
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