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Besides, she possessed wonderful tact, and now spoke her own language so well that she could pass for a person of average education, so long as she avoided speaking of anything that is learned from books. She was very quick to understand everything connected with the people she heard of, and she never forgot anything that Marcello told her.
As the carriage stopped, the two ladies had come from the opposite direction and were on the door-step. "What a surprise!" exclaimed the Contessa, giving her hand graciously to Folco and then to Marcello. The latter had got hold of a thread. Since the Contessa was surprised to see Folco, she could not possibly have already let him know that she was in Pontresina.
Could I?" Marcello blushed again, hardly knowing why. Corbario seemed deeply interested. "She must be a very unusual sort of girl," he observed thoughtfully. "There are not many like her, I fancy." "There is nobody like her," Marcello answered with conviction. "That is why I want to marry her. I owe it to her. You must admit that.
Marcello filled his glass and sipped the wine before he answered. It had not gone to his head, but there was colour in his lean cheeks, his eyes were brighter than usual, and he felt the familiar exhilaration which he had missed of late. "I have been drinking milk for ten days," he said with a smile, as he set down the glass.
His creation of Eve at S. Marcello at Rome, and his frescoes in the Doria place at Genoa, are well-known; at the Vatican he assisted Giovanni d'Udine in his arabesques, Polidoro in his antique chiaroscuri, and executed some of the most beautiful historical paintings of the loggie di Raffaello.
"You will do well to let a couple of weeks elapse before you appear in public with those pretty gauds. At any rate, wear them not at to-morrow's ball, lest, perchance, they find an owner. Beware, lady, of the Proveditore Marcello!" With a look of peculiar meaning he left the room, accompanied by Father Cipriano.
"The air of this place is not good for you, my boy." Folco laughed gaily. "No, don't laugh! I'm in earnest. If I were a poor man, nobody would think it at all strange if " Marcello hesitated. "If what?" "If I married Regina," said Marcello rather desperately. Folco's expression changed instantly. "Was that the question you were going to ask me?" he inquired. "Yes."
Marcello had a bad chance at the start, and Maddalena dell' Armi, who knew the world well in all its moods, and had suffered by it and sinned for it, and had shed many tears in secret before becoming what she was now, foresaw danger, and hoped that her daughter's fate might not be bound up with that of her friend's son, much as she herself liked the gentle-hearted boy.
But I shall tell you something else." "What?" asked Marcello, looking up to her face again, when she had finished her long speech. "If any one tries to make me go before you are tired of me, it shall be an evil day for him. He shall wish that he had not been born into this world." "You need not fear," Marcello said. "No one shall come between us." "Well, I have spoken.
"I have been watching the shower" Marcello answered, drawing her to the window. "And then the earth and the roses smelt so sweet that I stayed here. Did you want me, mother?" "I always like to know where you are." She passed her arm through his with a loving pressure, and looked out of the window with him. The villa stood on the slope of the Janiculum, close to the Corsini gardens.
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