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The dumb sense of stupefaction that had before possessed Gherardi and Moretti in the presence of this child, seized them again now, and slow tears welled up into the Cardinal's eyes, as, clasping his withered hands, he waited in fear and awe, listening and wondering, overwhelmed by the strangeness of the scene. Like a shrunken white mummy set in a gilded sarcophagus, the representative of St.
"Perhaps Cardinal Felix prayed for her!" he said mockingly, "and even as he healed the crippled child in Rouen he may have raised his niece from the dead! But miracle or no miracle, she lives. That is why I am here!" "Why you are here?" repeated Varillo mechanically. "How dull you are!" said Gherardi tauntingly.
Lost in a reverie which in its pleasantness brought a smile to her lips, she did not hear a stealthy footstep on the grass behind her, or feel a pair of dark eyes watching her furtively from between the cedar-boughs, and she started with surprise, and something of offence also, as Monsigner Gherardi suddenly appeared and addressed her, "Buon giorno, Contessa!"
"Thank God!" said Sovrani. Gherardi looked at him with an air of admirably affected sorrowful reproach. "I grieve for your injustice and cruelty, Prince!" he said "Some natural regret there should surely be in your mind at the tragic end of one so highly gifted one whom you had accepted as your future son-in-law. He met with a terrible death!
This piece of spite and jealousy being noised about, the public openly testified their displeasure, and the next day it was announced by Gherardi, the manager, in the bills, that Braham's scena should be performed; and on the second night of the opera it was received with tumultuous applause.
And of course any check just now means to us a serious financial loss both in England and America, a deficit in Vatican revenues which will very gravely incommode certain necessary measures now under the consideration of His Holiness. I expected you to grasp the man and hold him, not by intimidation but by flattery." "You think he is to be caught by so common a bait?" said Gherardi, "Bah!
As he read this over for the second or third time he remembered that he had an appointment with a certain powerful personage, known as Monsignor Gherardi, that morning at eleven. "And you," he said, apostrophising the rose with a protesting shake of his head, "were nearly making me forget it!" He lifted the flower out of the water and touched it with his lips.
Such bitterness, such scorn, such loathing were in his accents, that even the callous being he addressed was stung, and made a feeble gesture of protest. "You judge me harshly," he began Gherardi laughed. "Judge you! Not I! No judgment is wanted. You are a low creature, Florian Varillo, and unscrupulous as I am myself, I despise you for meanness greater than even I am capable of!
"I understand," answered Varillo with a faint shudder, for the strong and relentless personality of Gherardi overpowered him with a sense of terror which he could not wholly control. "Good! Then we will say no more. Brief words are best on such burning matters. To-morrow at six in the afternoon I will send for you. Be ready! Till then try to rest try to sleep without dreaming of a scaffold!"
"Will you not sit down, Eccellentissima?" she murmured deferentially. "No, I am in haste!" replied Gherardi, glancing carelessly about him "My carriage waits outside. There is strange news in Rome to- night! The famous artist, Angela Sovrani, has been found in her studio, murdered!" The padrona uttered a little cry. "Murdered!" "So it seems! Here are the papers from which they cry the news.
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