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But but you look pale and thinner." Her little air of gay indifference fell away from her. As he still held her hand she felt the tears coming and longed to be able to run upstairs and take some more sal volatile, but Hilaire came to the rescue. "Well, let's have lunch," he said. "I hate tepid food." When they had taken their places Jean gave the girl a letter. "It came for you to the Lorenzoni.
"Ah," he sighed, "I have been to Siena. There was some affair early in September she came to Florence, to the Lorenzoni of all people in the world." Hilaire whistled. "Yes, I know," the younger man said gloomily, as though he had spoken. "That woman! What she must have suffered in these months! Well, she left them suddenly at the beginning of November." "Where is she now?" "That's just it.
The Menotti had left Siena too and had gone to Milan, and Olive, not caring to stay on alone in the place where everyone knew what had happened, had come to the Lorenzoni in Florence. She had had a letter from Carmela that morning. "We like Milan as the streets are so gay, and the shops are beautiful.
It amuses her." Though Olive was not happy at the Palazzo Lorenzoni, she could not wish that she had stayed with her cousins. She felt that their little life would have stifled her.
The Marchese laughed gratingly. Filippo dined with the Lorenzoni on the night of the ball. He wore the red lucco, but had declined to crown himself with laurel. His gaudy Muse, however, had no such scruples, and her black curls were wreathed with silver leaves.
"The Marchese Lorenzoni is going to Monte Carlo, and he will join the Marchesa and Miss Whittaker in Cairo later in the season." "Prince Tor di Rocca is going to Egypt for Christmas." It was easy to read between the lines. Florence, in the great days of the Renaissance, bore many men whom now she delights to honour, and Ugo Manelli was one of these.
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