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"But what had I better do?" said the young Marchese, looking with increased anxiety into the lawyer's face; "the fact is you see, Signor Giovacchino, this new idea, this possibility that Paolina that is the young artist's name may be may have been in the forest in short, I feel more uneasy than before till I can learn what has become of both of them."
We are forced, you know, Signor Giovacchino, to have very long ears in our business. His conversation with you to-day was held in the street, a bad place for such talk, Signor Giovacchino." "And not chosen by me for such a purpose, as you may imagine. Little could I guess what sort of confidence I was about to hear." "Not that it makes any difference.
"For heaven's sake, Signor Giovacchino, don't talk in that sort of way, even in jest," replied the young man, looking round at the lawyer with an uneasy eye. "After all, nothing can have happened to her, you know, worse than losing herself in the Pineta." "Pooh! happen to her. What should happen to her?
"The Marchese Ludovico himself thought fit to go to them to give explanations." "Ah! He'd have done better to take no notice of 'em, to my thinking," said the old man, shaking his head. "But is it true, Signor Giovacchino, what people say, that ?" "There is mostly very little truth in what people say, Nanni," interrupted the lawyer.
Jeanne did not reply; the herder answered for her, and then he told how Benedetto had spent the night out of doors; that he had found him at daybreak, in the grove of the Sacro Speco, wet to the skin. He had offered him some milk and Benedetto had drunk like a dying man to whom life is returning. "Listen, Giovacchino," the herder added, growing suddenly grave.
The Marchese took another turn across the room before replying; and the observant lawyer saw him, when his back was turned, pass his hand across his brow, with the action of one ill at ease. Then resuming his seat, and motioning the lawyer to take a chair, he said "If you will take a chair, Signor Giovacchino, I will tell you the business for which I have sent for you.
"There are other attorneys in Ravenna, Signor Fortini." "Plenty, Signor Marchese; plenty who will be abundantly ready to do your bidding. But Giovacchino Fortini will not. Good heaven! I should expect to have my dear and honoured old friend and patron, your father, coming out of his grave to upbraid me.
He closed the door behind him. "Damnation!" said Giovacchino Gallo; "that is a strong man! Is Mother Church blind that she lets such an one rust and rot in the miserable parish of Ruscino?" When Don Silverio rejoined the Vicar of Sant Anselmo the latter asked him anxiously how his errand had sped. "It was a waste of breath and words," he answered.
He jumped up from his seat, however, to receive his visitor with an air, one would have said, of having been startled by his entrance. "It is kind of you to come to me so quickly, Signor Giovacchino," he said; and then turning angrily to the servant, who was leaving the room, added in a cross and irritable voice, very unlike his usual manner, "Why are not those persiane shut?
And old Giovacchino Fortini's father and grandfather had sat in the same "studio" before him, and had held the same position towards previous generations of the Castelmare family.
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