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Updated: June 1, 2025
But when both men rose to go away she could not help comparing them again. Even then, it seemed to her that the comparison was less unfavourable to Gianluca than she had expected that it must be. He was tall and well-proportioned, and in spite of the slight difficulty in walking, which she had to-day noticed for the first time, he was graceful and of easy carriage.
Veronica made a little movement, a very slight indication that she would presently leave her seat. Gianluca started and suddenly gazed earnestly into her face, so that she turned her head and met his eyes. "Please do not go yet!" he cried in a low and earnest voice that had real entreaty in it. "No," she answered quickly. "I am not going. But I must go soon.
As for asking Don Teodoro's opinion, it never entered her head, for it would have been impossible to do so without confiding to him the nature of her friendship with Gianluca. She would not do that now.
But to Veronica it was different; for she guessed instinctively how he looked upon such trifles, and she did not wish them to multiply unduly. Each one was a sting to her conscience. "I hate secrets," she said gravely, after a pause. "Let us tell her. It is much better." "As you like," answered Gianluca, with a little disappointment, which she did not fail to notice.
But he never had the smallest doubt as to what the passion was in itself and might be, in its consequences, if he should be weak for one moment. Simple struggles, when they are for life and death, are more terrible than any complicated conflict can possibly be. Don Teodoro was a long time alone with Gianluca.
When she was alone, she wrote about them to Gianluca, giving him what was almost a daily chronicle of her new life, and waiting anxiously for the answers to her letters which came with almost perfect regularity for some time after her own arrival at Muro. They pleased her, too, though the note of sadness was more accentuated in them, as time went on and spring ran into summer.
Veronica had never seen the man under such circumstances, and she was surprised by his readiness and by his ability to help her in a rather difficult situation. He said nothing which she could compare with what Gianluca wrote.
"You must stay, if she wishes it," said Gianluca, in a low voice. "I am not used to being ordered to quarters in that way," answered Taquisara, smiling in genuine amusement. "I can be of no more use to you when I have got you up to your room, and I think I shall go back as I intended." "I would not, if I were you.
The two marriages are always supposed to take place on consecutive days, or at least very near together, since both are necessary nowadays." "I know," said Gianluca. Taquisara made up his mind that he must take the initiative and speak with Don Teodoro.
But this year all prospered, and the people said that the Blessed Mother of God loved the young princess and would bless her, and hers also, and give her husband back his strength, even by a miracle if need should be. Gianluca clung to the place where he was happy, and would not be taken away.
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