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Do you mind that I call you Aaron?" "Not at all. I hate Misters, always." "Yes, so do I. I like one name only." The little officer seemed very winning and delightful to Aaron this evening and Aaron began to like him extremely. But the dominating consciousness in the room was the woman's. "DO you agree, Mr. Sisson?" said the Marchesa.
The foregoing narrative changed the intentions of the Italian captain; no longer did he think of making a Marchesa di Montefiore of Juana di Mancini. He recognized the blood of the Maranas in the glance the girl had given from behind the blinds, in the trick she had just played to satisfy her curiosity, and also in the parting look she had cast upon him.
Forthwith I examined Ritter Franz, and he was led to confess to me that a fair Italian Marchesa had prevailed on Herdegen to have this armlet riveted on to his arm in token of his ever true service.
I shall get the better of this; I should despise myself if I could not. And now let us talk of my dear father. Has he left town?" "Left last night by the mail. You can write and tell him you have given up the marchesa, and all will be well again between you." "Give her up! Fie, Randal! Do you think I should tell such a lie? She gave me up; I can claim no merit out of that." "Oh, yes!
The marchesa knew that she must consent to Count Nobili's conditions. She knew she must consent this very day. But such a struggle as this knowledge cost her, coming so close upon the agitation of the previous night, was more than even her iron nerves could bear.
The difficulty lay in ascertaining which particular fireside he would select on that afternoon. Giovanni hastily sketched a route for himself and asked the porter at each of his friends' houses if Spicca had entered. Fortune favoured him at last. Spicca was drinking his tea with the Marchesa di San Giacinto.
"You may call her, if you please," answered the marchesa, with a look of dogged rage; "but I warn you, Cesare Trenta, if she avows her love for Nobili in my presence, I shall esteem that in itself the foulest crime she can commit. If she avows it, she leaves my house to-night. Let her die! I care not what becomes of her!"
"O Nobili!" and she raised her dreamy eyes upward to his, then dropped them again before the fire of his glance "you cannot tell how lonely I have been. Oh! I have suffered so much; I thought I should have died." "My own Enrica, that is gone and past. Now we shall never part. I have won you for my wife. Even the marchesa must own this.
And so," continued the Marchesa in a tone of languid reflection, "you have actually been making love to my daughter, beyond my hearing, alone on the rocks and I gave you my permission, and now you are engaged to be married! It is too extraordinary to be believed. That was not the way I was married. There was more formality in those days."
As the marchesa had intimated to him, at the time he bought the palace, that she would never permit him to cross her threshold, he was debarred from taking the usual social steps to accomplish his resolve. Not that he in the least desired to see her, save for that overbearing disposition which impelled him to combat all opposition.
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