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For he was an uncultured, plebeian fellow, and what my mother should have found in him to induce her to prefer him for her confessor and spiritual counsellor to the learned Fra Gervasio is one more of the many mysteries which an attempt to understand her must ever present to me.
Enough!" he added, in his haughty, peremptory fashion. "Ser Agostino, I await your pleasure." "I will appeal to Rome," cried Fra Gervasio, now beside himself with grief. Cosimo smiled darkly, pityingly. "It is to be feared that Rome will turn a deaf ear to appeals on behalf of the son of Giovanni d'Anguissola." And with that he motioned me to precede him.
He seemed so full of terrible potentialities. When I think of vengeance, I picture to myself Fra Gervasio as I beheld him in that hour. Nothing that he could have done would have surprised me. Had he fallen upon my mother then, and torn her limb from limb, it would have been no more than from the sight of him I might have expected.
These were, besides myself, Fra Gervasio, my tutor; Messer Giorgio, the castellan, a bald-headed old man long since past the fighting age and who in times of stress would have been as useful for purposes of defending Mondolfo as Lorenza, my mother's elderly woman, who sat below him at the board; he was toothless, bowed, and decrepit, but he was very devout as he had need to be, seeing that he was half dead already and this counted with my mother above any other virtue.2
She swayed as if her strength were failing her, and again her pale lips moved. "Enough, Fra Gervasio! I will go," I cried. "Nay, it is not yet enough," he answered, and strode down the room until he stood between her and me. "He is what you have made him," he repeated in denunciation.
He interrupted her with a wave of the hand and an impatient snort "We are at cross purposes here," he said. "Agostino does not lie. For that I will answer." "But, Fra Gervasio, I tell you that I saw them that I saw them with these two eyes sitting together on the terrace steps, and he had his arm about her. Yet he denies it shamelessly to my face." "Said I ever a word of that?"
Whether Benedetto stood amazed and confounded at such an event, in the presence of so many nobles, let every one judge for himself." A famous family of wood inlayers were the del Tasso, who came from S. Gervasio. One of the brothers, Giambattista, was a wag, and is said to have wasted much time in amusement and standing about criticizing the methods of others.
Then he moved forward with a creak of leather and jingle of spurs that made pleasant music. He set a hand upon the shoulder of the kneeling Gervasio. "He will live now, Gervasio?" he asked. "O, he will live," answered the friar with an almost fierce satisfaction in his positive assurance. "He will live and in a week we can move him hence. Meanwhile he must be nourished." He rose.
But God's anger overtook him and laid him low at Perugia in all the strength and vigour that had made him arrogant as Lucifer. It was perhaps well for all of us that it so befell." "Madonna!" cried Gervasio in stern horror. But she went on quite heedless of him. "Best of all was it for me, since I was spared the harshest duty that can be imposed upon a woman and a wife.
Coldly he returned the salutation, his prominent eyes regarding me from out of that florid, crafty countenance. On my left, but high up the room and immediately at right angles to the judges' tables, sat Galeotto, full-armed. He was flanked on the one side by Fra Gervasio, who greeted me with a melancholy smile, and on the other by Falcone, who sat rigid.
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