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Marzio spoke to him as though there had not been the least difference between them, as though Gianbattista had not proposed to cut his throat the night before, as though he himself had not proposed to marry Carnesecchi to Lucia. "Take my place," he said. "The cord is the right length for you, as it is too short for me. I am going to model."
She was accustomed to his beginning at the grumbling stage before dinner, and proceeding by a crescendo movement to the pitch of rage, which was rarely reached until he had finished his meal, when he generally seized his hat and dragged Gianbattista away with him, declaring loudly that women were not fit for human society.
In the priest's estimation, Gianbattista had a right to expect the fulfilment of the many promises which had been made to him. To break those promises for no ostensible reason, just as Gianbattista seemed to be growing up to be a sensible man, was an act of injustice which Don Paolo would not permit if he could help it.
"Let him try, let him try," repeated Gianbattista. "I made a bargain with him last night after you had gone to bed. Do you know what I told him? I told him that I would stay with him, but that if you married any one but me, I would cut his throat Sor Marzio's throat, do you understand?" "Oh, Tista!" cried Lucia. "How did you ever have the courage to tell him such a thing?
"Will he live?" asked Gianbattista faintly, as he sank back into his chair. "Oh yes probably. He is likely to have a brain fever; One cannot tell. How old is he?" He asked one or two other questions, arranging the patient's position with skilful hands while he talked Then he asked for paper and wrote a prescription. "Nothing more can be done for the present," he said.
"Then how much the more easy must it be for a man to support his cause when there are no individual preferences in the way!" said Marzio triumphantly. "That is true reason, my boy. That is the inevitable logic of the great system." "I do not understand the allegory," answered Gianbattista. "It is as simple as roasted chestnuts," returned Marzio.
Gianbattista Bordogni looked up from his work without relinquishing his tools, nodded gravely, stared up at the high window, and then went on hammering gently upon his little chisel, guiding the point carefully among the delicate arabesques traced upon the silver. "Yes," he said quietly, after a few seconds, "it is all a lie. But what do you expect, Maestro Marzio?
As for Gianbattista, if once the poisonous influence of Paolo were removed and how surely removed! Marzio's lips twisted as though he were tasting the sourness of failure, like an acid fruit if once the priest were gone, Gianbattista would come back to his old ways, to his old scorn of priests in general, of churches, of oppression, of everything that Marzio hated.
Measure them with your compass, you know; if they are too loose you have the thin plates of brass to pack them; if they are tight, file away, but finish and smooth it well Don't leave anything rough." Gianbattista nodded as he lent a helping hand to the workmen who were carrying the heavy pieces to the carts. "Will you come to the church before night?" he asked. "Perhaps. I cannot tell.
Her figure was lithe, though she was not a very active girl, and one might have predicted that at forty she, too, would pay her debt to time in pounds of flesh. There are thin people who look as though they could never grow stout, and there are others whose leisurely motion and deliberate step foretells increase of weight. But Gianbattista had not studied these matters of physiological horoscopy.
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