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An old Armenian, whom Glyndon recognized as in the mystic's service at Naples; a tall, hard-featured woman from the village, recommended by Maestro Paulo; and two long- haired, smooth-spoken, but fierce-visaged youths, from the same place, and honored by the same sponsorship, constituted the establishment.
What think you of this cask from Burgundy, has it borne the journey?" "Ah!" said Zicci, "let us change both the wine and the theme." With that the Corsican grew more animated and brilliant. Never did wit more sparkling, airy, exhilarating, flash from the lips of reveller. His spirits fascinated all present, even the Prince himself, even Glyndon, with a strange and wild contagion.
"He may be worthy," he muttered; "he may, yet " He broke off abruptly; then, speaking aloud, "Go, Glyndon," said he; "in three days we shall meet again." "Where?" "Perhaps where you can least anticipate. In any case, we shall meet." Glyndon thought seriously and deeply over all that the mysterious Zicci had said to him relative to Isabel.
But when the strange beverage was quaffed, a sudden change was visible in the countenance of Zicci: his beauty became yet more dazzling, his eyes shone with intense fire, and his form seemed to grow more youthful and ethereal. The next day, Glyndon bent his steps towards Zicci's palace.
The page was despatched with all flattering messages to Glyndon, a seat next to Zicci was placed for him, and the young Englishman entered. "You are most welcome, sir. I trust your business to our illustrious guest is of good omen and pleasant import. If you bring evil news, defer it, I pray you."
"You err," said Isabel, hastily and with a deep sigh, "he pleads for you; he informed me of your love; he besought me not not to reject it." "Strange being, incomprehensible enigma, why did you name him?" "Why? Ah! "All this I felt," answered Glyndon, in a trembling voice, "the first time I was in his presence.
The man lifted his cap as he heard the question, and, approaching Glyndon, laid his hand upon the neck of the horse, and said in a low voice, "Then you are the cavalier whom our patron the signor expected. He bade me wait for you here, and lead you to the castle. And indeed, signor, it might have been unfortunate if I had neglected to obey the command."
To the left, the prospect seemed almost boundless; the extreme clearness of the purple air serving to render distinct the features of a range of country that a conqueror of old might have deemed in itself a kingdom. Lonely and desolate as the road which Glyndon had passed that day had appeared, the landscape now seemed studded with castles, spires, and villages.
Glyndon the enthusiast, the poet, the artist, the dreamer was enchained and entranced by emotions vague and undefinable, half of delight and half of pain. Leaning on the shoulder of his friend, he gazed around him, and heard, with deepening awe, the rumbling of the earth below, the wheels and voices of the Ministry of Nature in her darkest and most inscrutable recess.
You have been neglected from your childhood; you have been thrown among nations at once frivolous and coarse; your nobler dispositions, your higher qualities, are not developed. You were pleased with the admiration of Glyndon; you thought that the passionate stranger might marry you, while others had only uttered the vows that dishonor.
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