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Updated: June 15, 2025
The little house in which they had been happy was turned to a place of death and horror, and both knew that some change was coming to themselves. "You cannot live here any more," Marcello said at dawn, "not even till to-night." "Where could I go?" Regina asked. "Why should I not stay here? Do you think I am afraid of the dead woman?" "No," Marcello answered, "but you cannot stay here."
Pray let her Reverence know that a Venetian gentleman of the name of Lorenzo Marcello sends her this token and begs the honour of a few words with her. Therewith Gambardella drew from his finger the brass ring he always wore and placed it in the portress's hand. After repeating the name he had given, she nodded and went within.
Yes, yes. Thank you. But, you know, we like to write down the full name of each patient in our books. Marcello, and then? What else?" By this time Regina felt quite at her ease with the pleasant-spoken gentleman, but in a flash it occurred to her that he would think it very strange if she could not answer such a simple question about a young man she professed to know very well.
For one instant Regina's face darkened, her brows straightened themselves, and her lip curled. She remembered how, only two days ago, in the very next room, Marcello had insisted that she should he his wife. But as she looked into Aurora's innocent eyes she understood, and the cloud passed from her own, and the bright smile came back.
Why should I tell you who the people are? I have eaten their bread, I have left them, I wish them no harm. They knew their business." "Certainly, my dear, certainly. I suppose I may say that Marcello Botti comes from Rocca di Papa?" "Oh, yes," answered Regina readily. "You may say that, if you like."
Her impulse was to prevent Aurora from seeing Marcello for a long time, for the thought of a possible marriage had never attracted her, and since the appearance of Regina on the scene every instinct of her nature was against it.
Almost for the first time Marcello had made up his mind for himself, and had acted upon his decision; and it seemed as if the exercise of his will had made a change in his character.
"I thought I remembered something," answered Marcello. "Aurora? Aurora? No, it is gone. I was dreaming again. I want to sleep now." The Chief stood upright and looked at the Superintendent, who looked at him, and both shook their heads. Then they asked what the visiting doctor had said, and what directions he had given about Marcello's treatment.
It would be soon enough to wake her when Regina had considered what she should say in order to get the information Marcello wanted. Settimia would deny having had any communication with Corbario, or that she knew anything of his whereabouts. The next step would probably be to tempt her with money or other presents. If this failed, what was to be done?
I have gone to Haworth and found an orchestra to meet me, filled with local performers, vocal and instrumental, to whom the best works of Handel, Haydn, Mozart, Marcello, &c. &c., were familiar as household words.
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