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Then he put mine amongst the phenacetine ones. She took it, slept, and died." Marcello gasped for breath, his eyes starting from his head. "You see," Kalmon went on, "it was long before I found that my tablets had been tampered with. There had been seven in the tube. I knew that, and when I glanced at the tube next day there were seven still.
To Kalmon, who was used to no great luxury in his own life, the place doubtless seemed very well suited for a young person like Regina, who had been brought up a poor child in the hills. But the mere anticipation of the dark and narrow entry, and the sordid little sitting-room beyond, awoke in Marcello a sense of shame, whether for himself or for the woman who loved him he hardly knew.
"Or else I know nothing, which is really more probable!" The boy laughed. "You have not told us about the new form of death yet," said Aurora, leaning on her elbows and burying her young hands in her auburn hair as she looked across the table at Kalmon.
He meant you to die of the life you were leading." "You know that?" Marcello looked up quickly. "Yes. I have heard my mother and Professor Kalmon talking about it when they thought I was not listening. I always pretend that I am not listening when anybody talks about you." She laughed a little. "It is so much simpler," she added, as if to explain.
"It burns," she said, almost in a whisper, but with a strange sort of eagerness, as if she were glad. "I wish I could bear it for you, my poor child," Kalmon answered. She shook her head, and turned uneasily on the pillow. He did not understand. "What is it?" he asked gently. "What can I do for you? Tell me." "I want to see some one very much. How long shall I live?"
She smiled, shook her head in a very mild disapprobation, and did much more than Kalmon had asked of her; for she took the very first opportunity of informing Regina that the Professor was the greatest, wisest, best, and kindest of mankind; and Regina recognised in her a loyal soul, and forthwith liked her very much.
But Kalmon knew where they were, even better than Marcello, to whom the road was familiar by day and night, in all weathers. "We must leave that message first," said the Professor to Marcello. "We are coming to the turning." "To Santa Cecilia," Marcello called out to the cabman, thrusting his head forward into the rain, "then I will tell you where to go." "Santa Cecilia," echoed the cabman.
The sun was almost setting when they turned homeward, and it was dark when they reached the cottage. They found an unexpected arrival installed beside the Signora in the doorway of the sitting-room. "Professor Kalmon is here," said the Signora's voice out of the gloom. "I have asked him to stay till to-morrow."
His own was very weary. "Promise me that I shall find you here to-morrow," he said. "You shall find me," she answered softly. They parted so, and he left her alone, in the dark, for the glow of the sunset had faded and the early November evening was closing in. Old Teresa came and brought a lamp, and drew the curtains, and gave her a message from Kalmon.
"That is where I live," he said, as he passed his own door on the second landing. "Marcello is camping there. He is probably asleep now." "Asleep!" It was Aurora that uttered the single word, in a puzzled tone. "He did not go to bed last night," Kalmon explained, going on. "Oh!" Again the Professor was struck by the young girl's tone.
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