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"If you think it is of any use " "Of course it is of use, my heart; do not doubt it," replied the young girl gravely. Then her features suddenly quivered, she turned away, and, hiding her face on the pillow beside the priest's unconscious, head, she sobbed as though her heart would break. Gianbattista knelt down at her side and put his arm round her neck, whispering lovingly in her ear.
"Wish you knew what?" inquired the apprentice, in a colder tone. "Why he does not think about it as he used to. He never made any objections until lately. It was almost settled." Gianbattista glanced significantly at Don Paolo, shrugged his shoulders, and went on drawing. "What has that to do with it?" asked Lucia impatiently. "It is enough for your father that it would please his brother.
Gianbattista, having changed his seat, looked over the tools his master had been using, with a workman's keen glance, and, taking up his own hammer, attacked the task given him. For some time neither of the men spoke. "I have been to church," remarked Marzio at last, as he softened a piece of wax between his fingers before laying it on the slate.
"Who understands that lunatic!" exclaimed Gianbattista, passing his arm round the girl's waist, and drawing her to him. "I only understand one thing, we must be married as soon as possible and be done with it. Is it not true, Lucia?" "I hope so," answered his companion, with a blush and a sigh. "But I am so much afraid."
Besides, you were very rough with him this morning." "He turned me out like a dog after all these years," said Gianbattista. "I will go back and work for him on one condition. He must give me Lucia at once." "I am afraid that as a basis of negotiations that plan leaves much to be desired," replied Don Paolo, in a meditative tone.
He is in his room, packing up his things. I will go and call him. Oh dear! What a wonderful day this is, my child! To think that it is not yet eleven o'clock, and all that has happened! It is enough to make a woman crazy, fit to send to Santo Spirito. First you are to be married, and then you are not to be married! Then Gianbattista is sent away after all these years, and such a good boy!
There would have been a search which might or might not have resulted in the discovery of the body. Then there would have been, the heartrending grief of his wife, of Lucia, and the black suspicious looks of Gianbattista. The young man had heard him express a wish that Paolo might disappear. His home would have been a hell, instead of being emancipated from tyranny as he had at first imagined.
And he shall pay me for his presumptuous interference, the villain!" Marzio's voice sank into a hissing whisper as he bent over the wax he was twisting and pressing. Gianbattista glanced at his pale face, and inwardly wondered at the strange mixture of artistic genius, of bombastic rhetoric and relentless hatred, all combined in the strange man whom destiny had given him for a master.
As for the way I have treated you during all these years, I cannot imagine how I could have been such a fool. I should think anybody might see through your hypocritical ways." "Go on," said Gianbattista calmly. "You know our bargain of last night" "I will risk that. If I see any signs of your amiable temper I will have you arrested for threatening my life.
"Courage, mamma," said Lucia, "it will do you good to walk. Besides, there is the omnibus. What did he say, Tista? Am I not right?" "Who knows? He is very quiet," replied the apprentice. "What is it? What are you right about, my heart?" asked Maria Luisa. "She thinks Sor Marzio has suddenly turned into a sugar doll," answered Gianbattista, with a laugh. "It may be.
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