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A dull red flush crept over Varillo's cheeks, his hand flenched the coverlet of his bed convulsively. "Lives!" He muttered. "She lives! Then it must be by a miracle! For I drove the steel deep . . . deep home!" Gherardi looked at him curiously, with the air of a scientist watching some animal writhing under vivisection.
He was a sort of adventurer who, after roaming a long time up and down the world, fell to the trade of a dramatic writer, and divided himself betwixt the composition of regular comedies in verse, and the Italian theatre, which still continued to flourish under Gherardi, and for which he sketched the French scenes. The Joueur, his first play, is justly preferred to the others.
"You can but kill me I shall die true!" With a sort of savage cry, Gherardi snatched her round the waist, but scarcely had he done so when he was flung aside with a force that made him reel back heavily against the wall, and Aubrey Leigh confronted him. "Aubrey!" cried Sylvie. "Oh, Aubrey!"
and he so lost himself in a tangle of thought that he did not observe how closely Monsignor Gherardi was studying every expression of his face, and he started as if he had been awakened from a dream when Sylvie's song ceased, and Sylvie herself glanced up at him. "Music seems to make you sad, Mr. Leigh!" she said timidly.
"Both matters are under discussion, I believe," replied Gherardi evasively, "But they are not in my province. Now, can I be of any further service to you, Mr. Leigh?" "No. I am sorry to have taken up so much of your time," said Aubrey, "But I think I understand your views "
You imagine with some few gossips in Rome, that Florian Varillo, your daughter's betrothed husband, was guilty of the murderous attack upon her life you are mistaken!" "Mistaken!" Prince Pietro laughed scornfully. "Prove my mistake! prove it!" "I give you my word!" said Gherardi.
Gherardi shot a quick glance from under his eyelids at the fine tranquil face of the venerable speaker, and again smiled. "You have no further knowledge of him? no clue to his parentage?" "None."
"And you, Monsignor Gherardi, should have a special 'Jubilate' sung for the world being well-rid of an exceptionally damned and damnable villain!" There was something terrific in the aspect of Sovrani's face and threatening attitude, and for a moment Gherardi hesitated to go on with his prepared sequence of lies.
But the most unfortunate thing he has done on his ill-fated journey, is to have played protector to that boy he has with him." "Why?" demanded Sylvie, growing pale as before she had been flushed. "Do not ask why!" said Gherardi. "For a true answer would only anger you. Suffice it for you to know that whatever is in the way of Rome must be removed, SHALL be removed at all costs!
If you BELIEVE Christ was God Incarnate, how dare you tamper with such a Supernal Mystery?" Gherardi turned his head slowly and looked round at Aubrey, then recovering his composure, sat down and pretended to turn over some documents on the table, but Aubrey went on undeterred by his aspect of frigidity, "How dare you, I say? The God in Man! Do you realize the stupendous meaning of such a phrase?
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