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She is a terrible child to have at home. But San Giacinto looks like a determined man. I shall never forget his kindness in searching for Faustina last night. He was devotion itself, and I should not have been surprised had he wished to marry her instead." "That exquisite creature is reserved for a young friend of ours, Guendalina. Do me the favour never to speak of her marrying anyone else."
Trust your husband for a serious man of business, Guendalina." "Have you spoken to Flavia? It certainly looks like a good match. There is no doubt about his being of the Saracinesca, of course. How could there be? They have taken him to their hearts. But how will Flavia behave?" "What a foolish question, my dear!" exclaimed Montevarchi. "How easily one sees that you are English!
"If you are going to cry, Guendalina, you had better go away," said her husband, who was now as angry as his mean nature would permit him to be. She was so much accustomed to obey that she left the room, crying as she went, and casting back a most sorrowful look at Faustina. Montevarchi shut the door and, coming back, seized his daughter's arm and shook it violently.
Have I not been a faithful husband to you, Guendalina, through more than thirty years?" The argument was unanswerable, and Montevarchi had employed it each time one of his children was married. In respect of faithfulness, at least, he had been a model husband.
"Perhaps, Guendalina mia but he settles a hundred and fifty thousand scudi on Flavia and her heirs for ever, the money to be paid on the signing of the contract. That does not look like pauperism. Of course, under the circumstances I agreed to do the same. It is settled on Flavia, do you understand? He does not want a penny of it, not a penny!
Why do you stand there? Oh, my daughter! my daughter! I have so often told you to be careful, Guendalina move, in the name of God the child is lost, lost, I tell you! Have you no heart? no feeling? Are you a mother? Signori miei, I am desperate!"
Having carefully locked up the volume, and returned the sliding panel to its place, he sent for his wife, who presently appeared. "Sit down, Guendalina," he said. "I will change my coat, and then I have something important to say to you."
"And she talks wildly of marrying a certain Frenchman, a Monsieur Gouache, I believe is there such a man, my dear?" "Of course, Lotario! The little man you ran over. How forgetful you are!" "Yes, yes, of course. I know. But you must reason with her, Guendalina " "It seems to me. Lotario, that you should do that " "My dear, I think the child is insane upon the subject.
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