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'Gilda, you're not helping me in the least! said Mrs. Featherstone, coming up at this juncture; 'and there's your father threatening to get that big clock with a horrid cuckoo in it for the hall at the Grange. Come and tell him, if he must have one, to buy one of the long plain ones. And Gilda went obediently, for she could feel an interest in clocks and carvings now.
Gilda, who is waiting in the street, hears this and makes up her mind to die instead of her lover. She enters the house, and is promptly murdered by Sparafucile. Her body, sewn up in a sack, is handed over at the appointed hour to Rigoletto. The jester, in triumph, is about to hurl the body into the river, when he hears the Duke singing in the distance.
The thought of Dorothea kept nipping his heart and his conscience with a hard squeeze now and then; but he thought to himself, "If I can take her back Hirschvogel, then how pleased she will be, and how little 'Gilda will clap her hands!" He was not at all selfish in his love for Hirschvogel: he wanted it for them all at home quite as much as for himself.
Even the courtiers themselves are enraged at Rigoletto's taunts, and determine to assist in Monterone's revenge by stealing Gilda, the jester's daughter, whom they suppose to be his mistress. Closely as she had been concealed, she had not escaped the observation of the Duke, who in the guise of a poor student wins her affections and discovers her dwelling-place.
As the Duke leaves, Gilda, following him with her eyes, breaks out in the passionate love-song, "Caro nome," which is not alone remarkable for its delicacy and richness of melody, but also for the brilliancy of its bravura, calling for rare range and flexibility of voice.
I hope you won't be shocked. We've all had our feelings outraged at least once, so we're going to stop now, while we're still on speaking terms. 'But what is it? said Mrs. Featherstone. 'It isn't cards, Gilda dearest, is it? 'No, mother, not quite; very nearly though. Mr. Caffyn showed it us; he calls it "photo-nap." 'Let me explain, Mrs.
'I don't quite see what he could be punished for, he said. 'Not for stealing a letter? she asked. 'It was no less. 'Rather difficult to bring home to him, he said: 'couldn't be done without a frightful amount of of scandal and unpleasantness. 'No, said Mabel, thoughtfully, 'I suppose nothing can be done and yet, poor Gilda! Do you know she is actually engaged to him?
The thought of Dorothea kept nipping his heart and his conscience with a hard squeeze now and then; but he thought to himself, "If I can take her back Hirschvogel, then how pleased she will be, and how little 'Gilda will clap her hands!" He was not at all selfish in his love for Hirschvogel: he wanted it for them all at home quite as much as for himself.
'My dear, he knows very well it is all his fault, and that if he hadn't taken the young man up in that ridiculous way all this would never have happened so, of course, he pretends not to see anything so very unsuitable about the affair but he doesn't like it, really. How can he? Gilda might have married into the peerage and now she is going to do this!
She went back to little 'Gilda, who was ailing, and sobbed over the child, whilst the others stood looking on, dimly understanding that with Hirschvogel was going all the warmth of their bodies, all the light of their hearth.
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