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With a sudden movement Sylvie wrenched her hand away from his, and stood at bay, her eyes flashing, her cheeks crimsoning. "Cardinal Bonpre!" she cried. "What evil have you in your mind against him? Are you so lost to every sense of common justice as to attempt to injure one who is greater than many of the Church's canonized saints in virtue and honesty? What has he done to you?" Gherardi smiled.
"Are you the Comtesse Hermenstein?" said Gherardi then, after an impressive pause, "The faithful, gentle daughter of Holy Church? or are you some perverted spirit wearing her semblance?" Sylvie laughed.
Sylvie said nothing she merely nestled like a dove in the arms of her betrothed, and seemed quite content to accept whatever ordinance he laid down for the ruling of her fate. "I think you must see Gherardi," he resumed "Write a line and say you will be happy to receive him at the hour he appoints." Sylvie obeyed and despatched the note at once to the Vatican by her man-servant.
Gherardi even was not without his own fears, he instinctively felt that Moretti knew more about himself than was either safe or convenient. "We all live for Barabbas," pursued Moretti, an ironical smile playing on his thin lips, "Not for Christ! Barabbas, in the shape of the unscrupulous millionaire, robs the world! and we share the spoils, pardon his robberies, and set him free.
He was leaning carelessly against the wine counter, a half-emptied "fiaschetto" in front of him, and a full glass of wine in his hand. "The Monsignori would be all desolate bachelors!" he went on, lazily, "And the greatest rascal in the Vatican, Domenico Gherardi, would no longer be the fortunate possessor of the wealth, the influence, and the dear embraces of the fascinating Hermenstein!"
Italian Pantomime Riccoboni Broom's "Antipodes" Gherardi Extemporal Comedies Salvator Rosa Impromptu Acting. Pantomime in Italy had two distinct features, one a species of buffoonery, termed Lazzi, and the other Extemporal or Improvised Comedies.
Aubrey tried to refuse, but could not, the attraction, the 'will o' the wisp' magnetism of Sylvie's dainty personality drew him on, and in a few minutes, after taking respectful leave of the Cardinal, Prince Sovrani, and Angela, he left the studio in the company of the two ladies. Passing Monsignor Gherardi on the way out he received a wide smile and affable salute from that personage.
In Cesare's train went Ramiro de Lorqua, the Master of his Household; Agabito Gherardi, his secretary; and his Spanish physician, Gaspare Torella the only medical man of his age who had succeeded in discovering a treatment for the pudendagra which the French had left in Italy, and who had dedicated to Cesare his learned treatise upon that disease.
Still Varillo hid his eyes and moaned, and Gherardi thereupon laid a rough hand on his shoulder. "Come, man! You are not a sick child to lie cowering there as though seized by the plague! What ails you? You have done no harm! You tried to kill something that stood in your way, I admire you for that! I would do the same myself at any moment!"
I will leave them with you. It is perhaps the judgment of Heaven on the Sovrani's uncle, Cardinal Bonpre!" The mistress of the inn crossed herself devoutly. "Guiosto cielo! Would Heaven punish a Cardinal?" "Certainly! If a Cardinal is a heretic!" The stout padrona clasped her hands and shuddered. "Not possible!" "Quite possible!" And Gherardi drained his coffee-cup.
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