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Then he struck the heel of his boot loudly upon the stuccoed floor would he could crush Count Nobili thus! crush him and trample upon him Nobili the only obstacle to the high honors awaiting him! The next instant Guglielmi was reproaching himself for his want of control the next instant he was conscious how needful it was to dissemble.
Another advocate might have exasperated the marchesa's passions for his own purposes; it would have been most easy. But I," continued Guglielmi, bringing his flaming eyes to bear upon Count Nobili, then raising them from him outward toward the darkening mountains as though he would call on the great Apennines to bear witness to his truth "I have scorned such base considerations.
"The circumstances attending this marriage are becoming very public. My client, the Marchesa Guinigi, considers her position so exalted she dares to court publicity. She forgets we are not in the middle ages. Ha! ha!" and Guglielmi showed his teeth in a smile that was nothing but a grin "publicity will be fatal to the young lady.
Guglielmi thought he knew his friend and client the Marchesa Guinigi but little, if her fertile brain had not already created some complication that would have the effect of preventing Count Nobili's departure that night. The instant the immediate instant now lay with himself. He was about to make the most of it.
"The marchesa sent me to know " Nobili unfolds his arms, walks straight up to where Guglielmi is standing, and shakes his fist in his face. "Do you know, Signore Avvocato, that you are committing an intolerable impertinence? If you do not instantly quit this room, or give me some excellent reason for remaining, you shall very speedily have my opinion of your conduct in a very decided manner."
Guglielmi remained standing near the door self-possessed, indeed, as usual, but utterly crestfallen. His very soul sank within him as he listened to Fra Pacifico. Every thing was going wrong, the judgeship in imminent peril, and this devil of a priest, who ought to know better, doing every thing to divide them!
Maestro Guglielmi had a perfectly colorless face, a prominent, eager nose, thin lips, that perpetually unclosed to a ghostly smile in which the other features took no part; a brow already knitted with those fine wrinkles indicative of constant study, and overhanging eyebrows that framed a pair of eyes that read you like a book.
"If Countess Nobili accepts the separation" and he turned sharply upon Guglielmi "nothing need detain you here, Signore Avvocato. You hear what Fra Pacifico says. You have only, therefore, to inform the Marchesa Guinigi. Probably her niece has already done so. We know that they act in concert." Count Nobili laughed bitterly.
"Leave the room!" roars Count Nobili, stamping furiously on the floor "leave the room, or, Domine Dio! Maestro Guglielmi had jumped out backward, before Count Nobili could finish the sentence. "Enrica!" cries Nobili, turning toward her he had banged-to the door and locked it "Enrica, if you love me, let us leave this accursed villa to-night! This is more than I can bear!"
Guglielmi quite understood the gesture, but continued, perfectly at his ease: "The high rank of the young lady the wealth of the count a marriage-contract broken an illustrious name libeled Count Nobili, a well-known member of the Jockey Club, in concealment the Lucchese populace roused to fury all these details have reached the capital.
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