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Soon Leandro carne to an abrupt stop and placed his hand upon Manuel's shoulder. "Do you believe," he asked, "that if a woman deceives a man, he has the right to kill her?" "I don't believe he has," answered Manuel, staring into Leandro's eyes. "Well, if a man has the guts he does it whether he has a right to or not. "But, the deuce! Has Milagros deceived you? Were you married to her?
But murder and such a murder! It was difficult to suppose that such a cause should be sufficient to produce such an effect; yet vanity is a very strong and a very evil- counselling passion. Vanity? Ha! could it be? Surely there never was so absurdly, so grossly, vain a creature, as that Conte Leandro? And the poor murdered Diva had quizzed, and snubbed, and mortified him again and again.
Tarsia used to lie by the river-side, and was a flourishing place, according to the descriptions of Leandro Alberti and other early writers; floods and malaria have now forced it to climb the hills.
In former years he had accompanied Milagros to the nocturnal fair of San Antonio and to those of the Prado; he had danced with her, treated her to buns, presented her with a pot of sweet basil; but this summer the proof-reader's family seemed very much determined upon keeping Milagros away from Leandro.
I don't know what to think of it." "So, then, there are now three persons suspected Ludovico; and the Venetian girl, and the Conte Leandro?" "And all three were not far from the spot where the deed was done, and all three had motives, more or less credible, for doing it."
But soon the door of the back room opened and the bully stood there anew; brandishing his long knife by the point he threw it furiously at Leandro's face. The weapon whizzed through the air like a terrible arrow and pierced the wall, where it stuck, quivering. At once Leandro sprang up, but Valencia had disappeared.
"Come out to dinner to-morrow," she invited irrelevantly. "Mr. Higginbotham won't be there. He's goin' to San Leandro on business." Martin shook his head, but he had failed to keep back the wolfish, hungry look that leapt into his eyes at the suggestion of dinner. "You haven't a penny, Mart, and that's why you're walkin'. Exercise!"
In the case of Paolina, it was the madness of woman's jealousy, wrought to a pitch of desperation by circumstances similar to such as had ere now produced many a similar tragedy. In the case of the Conte Leandro, it was the cruel mortification of a man whose monstrous vanity was notorious to the whole city.
There is something about her ecco, I should not the least mind now your travelling to the world's end, or being occupied in any other way, with the Contessa Violante." "She is not a beautiful woman, certainly." "She is, at all events, fifty times more pleasing-looking, as well as more attractive in every way, than the Conte Leandro. But that is not what makes the difference.
But all the same, I should rather that you did not travel from here to Rome alone with La Lalli." "That means that, to a certain degree, you are jealous, little one. Do you think I should be uneasy if you were called on to travel under the escort, for example, of our friend the Conte Leandro?"
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