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Any mention of Manisty's name dyed it with painful colour the shame of the suppliant living on the mercy of the conqueror. 'He might, said Lucy, thinking. 'But if you asked him? No; I don't believe he would. I am sure his soul is beautiful like his face. 'His poor face! You don't know how changed he is. 'Ah! the carabiniere told me last night. He is excommunicated, said Lucy, under her breath.
Information not usually available had been placed lavishly at Manisty's disposal; he had felt the stir and thrill of the great Catholic organisation as all its nerve-threads gather to its brain and centre in the Vatican. Nay, on two occasions, he had conversed freely with Leo XIII. himself. All this he had put aside, impatiently, that he might hurry on his book, and accomplish his coup.
Reggie took care of her, while Manisty disappeared ahead with Mrs. Burgoyne, and Aunt Pattie fell to the share of a certain Mr. Vanbrugh Neal, an elderly man tall and slim, and of a singular elegance of bearing, who had joined them at the Piazza, and seemed to be an old friend of Mr. Manisty's. Lucy looked round her in bewilderment. Before the first stroke of the bell the Piazza of St.
But to Lucy reading the story with the plain of Rome, and St. Peter's in sight, her wits quickened by the perpetual challenge of Manisty's talk with Mrs.
She divined that he needed flattery, and she gave it; that he must be supported and endorsed, and she had soon pushed General Fenton out of sight behind a cloud of witness of another sort. Manisty's mood yielded; and in a short time he was again no less ready to admire the sunset than she was. 'Heavens! she said at last, holding out her watch. 'Just look at the time and Miss Foster!
'I heard from some friends in Rome, said the priest, after a moment 'distressing accounts of Mrs. Burgoyne's health. Manisty's look was vague and irresponsive. 'She was always delicate, he said abruptly, not kindly. 'What makes you look for them in Italy? 'Various causes. They would think themselves better hidden from their English friends, in Italy than elsewhere, at this time of year.
And she repeated her conversation with the handsome Antonio. Eleanor capped it with the tale of the children. 'It's his book, said Lucy, frowning. 'What a tyranny! They were both silent. Lucy was thinking of the drive to Nemi, of Manisty's words and looks; Eleanor recalled the priest's last visit to the villa and that secret storm of feeling which had overtaken her as she bade him good-bye.
They owed the experience to their Italian friends, acquaintances of the great proprietor whose agent gave the whole party hospitality for the night; and as they jogged on through this June heat she recalled with bitter longing the bright November day, the changing leaves, the upland air, and Manisty's delight in the strange unfamiliar country, in the vast oak woods above the Paglia, and the marvellous church at Monte Fiascone.
She answered dizzily, then said, faintly trying to smile, 'If you could provide me with something to tie round it? 'Eleanor! Manisty's voice rang up the path.
Your book is a plea for superstition! Whereupon a flame in Manisty's black eyes, and a burst in honour of superstition, which set the garden paths echoing. But Neal pushed quietly on; untiring, unappeasable; pointing to a misstatement here, an exaggeration there, till Manisty was in a roar of argument, furious half with his friend, half with himself.
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