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Updated: May 14, 2025
"I could not have believed it possible; the mean-spirited spiteful wretch! I did not think he had it in him!" said Ludovico. "A man is apt to be spiteful towards those who cause him to suffer greatly. And there is no suffering greater to a man as vain as the Conte Leandro than the mortification of his vanity.
She had found this man, her first acquaintance, in a strange land, good-natured, pleasant, kind, useful, handsome, protecting and, at the same time, deferential in his manner; and she had liked him. He had delivered her from the Conte Leandro, and there had come into her mind comparisons between the two men.
He was in the habit of wearing a threadbare macfarland, frayed at the edges, a large, dirty handkerchief tied around his throat, and a soft, yellow, grimy slouch hat. His daughter, Milagros by name, a slender lass as sleek as a bird, had relations with Leandro, Manual's cousin. The sweethearts had plenty of love quarrels, now because of her flirtations, now because of the evil life he led.
"Poverty's the only thing you can see here," said Leandro. "Yes, yes indeed," answered the woman. "Now if you wish, we'll go to La Blasa's tavern." They left the Corralon for Embajadores lane and walked along the black fence of a laundry. It was a dark night and a drizzle had begun to fall. They stumbled along the surrounding path. "Look-out," said Leandro. "There's a wire here."
"Pray, Sir Poet, which bolgia was set apart for those who are lost by the `peccato della gola? or is a bilious fit in the more immediate future bolgia fearful enough?" "It is not so bad a bolgia as that appointed some other sins," said the Conte Leandro, with mouth stuffed with cake, as he moved out of room.
"But you forget your engagement to the Contessa Giulia," said Ludovico; "surely you had better make haste to keep it." He had no belief whatever in any such engagement, and had a very faint hope that any care for consistency would avail to induce his friend the Conte Leandro to affect the necessity of keeping it.
"You have heard, I suppose, that we have arrested the girl Paolina Foscarelli, and the Conte Leandro Lombardoni?" "No; but it was a matter of course that you would do so specially the girl," said the lawyer. "We could not avoid arresting the Conte also; it is so unaccountable that he should have been going out of the city, and so near the place of the crime."
Lechuguino was an expert dancer; he swept his partner along as if she were a feather and as he spoke, brought his lips so close to hers that it seemed as if he were kissing her. Leandro was at an utter loss and suffered agonies; he could not make up his mind to leave. The dance came to an end and Lechuguino accompanied Milagros to the place where her mother was sitting. "Come.
I'm going to buy these hills, too, clear from here around to Berkeley and down the other way to San Leandro. I own a lot of them already, for that matter. But mum is the word. I'll be buying a long time to come before anything much is guessed about it, and I don't want the market to jump up out of sight. You see that hill over there.
But then, you know, he is always such an unwholesome- looking animal." "One of the vainest men I ever met with," said the lawyer, musing. "Oh for vanity I believe you. Leandro has not his equal for vanity." "And strong vanity, deeply wounded, by a woman too, will breed a hate as violent and vicious, perhaps, as any passion that ever prompted a crime," rejoined the lawyer, still meditating deeply.
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