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"And now that thou hast learned the truth, surely thou art no longer the victim of wayward fancies!" The gaze of Gelsomina was bewildered, but anguish prevailed over all other expression. She bowed her head, partly in shame, but more in sorrow, without answering. "I know not, children, what end this interview can answer," continued the monk.
"How art thou called, child?" asked Donna Florinda, moving ahead of her pupil and taking the discourse up, where in wonder the other had permitted it to pause. "We are truly grateful for the readiness with which thou threw open the gate for our admission, in a moment of such alarm How art thou called?" "Gelsomina," answered the modest girl.
"Who is without?" asked a gentle female voice, at the same instant that the latch moved and fell again, as if she within waited to be assured of the character of her visitor before she opened the door. "A friend to thee, Gelsomina," was the answer. "Nay, here all are friends to the keepers, if words can be believed. You must name yourself, or go elsewhere for your answer."
"They do it in mockery; 't is one of their wiles to mislead but they cannot no, they dare not harm a hair of thy head, Carlo!" "Dearest Gelsomina!" "Nay, do not hold me; I will speak to the citizens, and tell them all. They are angry now, but when they know the truth they will love thee, Carlo, as I do." "Bless thee bless thee! I would thou hadst not come." "Fear not for me!
As the tumult ceased, they resolved to seek a boat, avored by such disguises as the means of Gelsomina could supply, and to row to his palace; but reflection convinced Donna Florinda of the danger of such a step, since the Neapolitan was known to be surrounded by the agents of the police.
"Santa Maria be praised!" exclaimed Jacopo, when his understanding eye had run over the near and distant view "they are already far down the coast, and with a wind like this they cannot fail to reach their haven in a few hours. Let us go to the cell." Gelsomina smiled when he assured her of the safety of the fugitives, but her look saddened when he changed the discourse.
After busying himself in arranging the scanty furniture of the cell, and in trying to open one or two small fissures, with a view to admit more light and air, he quitted the place. Neither Gelsomina nor Jacopo spoke, as they returned by the intricate passages through which they had ascended to the attic, until they were again on the Bridge of Sighs.
"And thou believest this fiction, Gelsomina?" she said, affecting pity for her cousin's credulity. "The characters of thy pretended daughter of Tiepolo and her governess are no secrets to those who frequent the piazza of San Marco." "Hadst thou seen the beauty and innocence of the lady, Annina, thou would'st not say this!" "Blessed San Teodoro! What is more beautiful than vice!
Gelsomina hung upon his arm, unwilling to trust him to his own guidance in that fearful building. "It will not do, Carlo; thou wilt stumble on a soldier, and thy fault will be known; perhaps they will refuse to let thee come again; perhaps altogether shut the door of thy poor father's cell." Jacopo made a gesture for her to lead the way, and followed.
Gelsomina smiled, in the security of the innocent, and regaining her breath, which nervous agitation still disturbed, she resumed "Carlo or Jacopo Jacopo or Carlo it matters little." "Ha! There is a sign from the palace!" shouted the Carmelite, stretching both his arms in that direction, as if to grasp a boon. The clarions sounded, and another wave stirred the multitude.
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