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For two or three seconds they looked into each other's eyes, neither yielding. Then Taquisara gave way. "I will stay," he said shortly, and he turned his face from her with a sort of effort. "Is there a doctor here?" he asked, looking towards the group of persons who stood around Gianluca. "Yes a good one, whom I have lately brought. Shall I send for him? Do you think he is worse?"
At this extraordinary view of church history Gianluca laughed. "You may laugh," answered the Sicilian. "You will never make me believe that old Tancred sat up all night examining his conscience before he went to the Holy Land any more than he fasted and prayed before he had his daughter's lover murdered." "No perhaps not!" Gianluca laughed again.
She was naturally too obstinate to change her mind, and turn back; yet by the time the brougham drove into Bianca's gate, she really hoped that Gianluca might not come at all. But when she crossed the threshold of the house, she already hoped that he might be there.
Veronica, like other people, even the very strongest, had weak points, or moments when some points of her character were weak, which comes to the same thing in result. She dreaded to hurt Gianluca, and since the occasion had passed when she might have made everything clear, and would have done so, she found it hard to decide how to act. Taquisara had told her that the man was dying.
Meanwhile, not only she and Gianluca, but the Duca and Duchessa, too, regarded the matter as altogether settled and accomplished. At any moment Veronica had it in her power to send for the syndic of Muro and cause the necessary formalities of the municipal marriage to be properly executed.
She still believed that Taquisara had overshot the mark of truth. She waited for Gianluca to speak. "We have met I have had the honour of meeting you several times already, Donna Veronica, since you came from the convent," he said at last, after a little preliminary cough. "Oh yes!" answered Veronica, with a smile. "We have often met. I know you very well."
Since he had been in love with Veronica Serra, he was completely changed, and it was no wonder that his friend was anxious about him. Taquisara, like most men of perfectly healthy mind and body, would have found it hard to believe that Gianluca was merely love-sick, and was literally 'consuming himself, even to the point of death, in an unrequited passion.
His words, spoken from time to time, came back to her, and she understood them, and saw how, for his friend's sake, he had held his peace for himself, and had ever urged her to marry Gianluca, in spite of everything.
Taquisara thought him at times poetic and visionary, but liked the impossible loftiness of his young ideals, because Taquisara himself was naturally attracted by all that looked impossible. Amongst a number of rather gay and thoughtless young men, who jested at everything, Gianluca adhered to his faith openly, and no one thought of laughing at him.
If I speak of it now, it is because Gianluca spoke to me, and because, if we are to talk about him, the way must be clear. You say that it is? May I go on?" Veronica did not answer at once. Then she rose slowly, turned, and stood before the low, long chimneypiece. "Why should we talk about him at all?" she asked, at length determining what to say.
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