Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 3, 2025
"Your fault? For heaven's sake tell me what the matter is, and let us be done with it!" "Corbario wanted to get possession of your whole fortune. That is why he tried to kill you." "Yes. Is that all? You have made me understand that already." "He had conceived the plan before your mother's death," said Kalmon. "That would not surprise me either. But how do you know it?"
"We have had to give you the little room at the end of the cottage," Corbario was saying to Kalmon. "It is the only one left while the Contessa is here." "I should sleep soundly on bare boards to-night," Kalmon answered. "I have been walking all day." Corbario went with him, carrying a candle, and shielding the flame from the breeze with his hand.
Kalmon was beginning to fear that he would break down, though he was so much stronger than formerly. Marcello had always been grateful to Regina, even when he had convinced himself that he loved her. Love is not very compatible with gratitude.
Compare me as I was with Regina as she is. That is how I put it, and I am right." "Even if you were," Kalmon answered doubtfully, "the situation would be the same, so far as Aurora is concerned." "But suppose that this poor woman cannot die in peace unless she has asked Aurora's pardon and obtained her forgiveness, what then?" "Her forgiveness? For what?" "For coming between her and Marcello.
"Then she was happy to the end then she still believes in him." Kalmon turned his clear eyes thoughtfully towards Marcello's face. "She is gone," he answered. "She knows the great secret now. The rest is nothing to the dead. But we are living and it is much to us. The man must be brought to justice, and you must help me to bring him down, if we have to hunt him round the world."
Kalmon waited, and smoked a little, reflecting on these things, which he understood tolerably well. The quiet man of science had watched Marcello thoughtfully, and could not help asking himself what look there would be in his own eyes, if Maddalena dell' Armi were dying and he were standing by her bedside. It would not be Marcello's look.
As for me, I am going to take Regina away at once. I shall bring my own carriage down from the villa." "By the bye," Kalmon said, "I had thought of that. The house in which I live is divided into many small apartments. There is a very good one to let, decently furnished. I thought of taking it myself, and I looked at it yesterday.
She nodded, for she knew that. "And do you expect to marry him when he is recovered?" She shook her head and laughed, glancing at Marcello. "He is a gentleman," she whispered, close to Kalmon's ear. "How could he marry me?" "You love him," Kalmon answered. Again she nodded, and laughed too. "What would you do for him?" asked Kalmon, looking at her keenly. "Die for him!"
Regina told Marcello in detail everything she knew about the events of the night, and much which she had found out earlier about Settimia but had never told him. Kalmon came in from time to time and told them what was going on, and that Corbario was still alive; but they saw no more of Ercole.
"You must make haste and get well as soon as possible." He glanced at Regina's face, and as her eyes met his she shook her head almost imperceptibly, and smiled. Kalmon was not quite sure what she meant. He made a sign to her to go with him to the window, which was at some distance from the bed. "It may be long before he is well," he whispered. "There must be an operation."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking