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It was like a flower that opens its bosom frankly to the sun. Marescotti's artistic nature was deeply stirred. He gazed at her in silence for some minutes; he was seeking in his own mind in what type of womanhood he should place her. Suddenly an idea struck him.
No then dancing was practised as a fine art." Suddenly the brisk old cavaliere stops. The expression of Marescotti's large, earnest eyes, fixed on him wonderingly, recalls him to himself. "Excuse me, my dear friend; when you are my age, you will better understand an old man's feelings. We are losing time. Now get your hat, and come with me at once to Casa Guinigi; the marchesa expects you.
What life and joy sparkled in his bright eyes! "I am very foolish I hope you will forgive me," was Enrica's answer, spoken a little sadly. Her confidence in herself was shaken, since Count Marescotti's name had jarred between them. "Let us walk a little in the shade." "Yes. Lean on me, dearest; the morning is delicious. But remember, Enrica, I will have smiles nothing but smiles."
It was clear they understood each other. He believed at that very moment Enrica was receiving the confession of Marescotti's love; the confusion of her looks was conclusive. The cavaliere's whole endeavor was, at that moment, to keep Baldassare quiet; he rejoiced to see that he was gently yielding to the influence of the heat, and nodding at his side.
I would as soon have thought of plucking a virgin from the canvas a Venus from her pedestal, as of appropriating one of them. Enrica Guinigi" there was a tender inflection in Count Marescotti's voice whenever he named her, an involuntary bending of the head that was infinitely touching "Enrica Guinigi is an exception. I could have loved her ah! she is worthy of all love!
Trenta, knowing how deeply Marescotti's feelings were engaged in the subject of Savonarola, was too courteous to desire any further discussion. But at the same time he was determined, if possible, to hear no more of what was to him neither more nor less than blasphemy. "Do you know how long we have been up here, count?" he asked, taking out his watch. "Enrica must return.
This irritated him exceedingly. He had not entered that room No. 4, at the Universo Hotel in order to listen to the elaboration of Count Marescotti's mission, but in order to set certain marriage-bells ringing. These marriage-bells were, it seemed, to be forever mute.
I wish Nobili joy of his bargain," he added, turning to Malatesta. "I wonder that he cares to take up with Marescotti's leavings." "Here's Ruspoli, crossing the square. Perhaps he can throw some light on this strange story," said Orsetti. Prince Ruspoli, still at Lucca, is on a visit to some relatives.
"Enrica must have been an accomplice!" cried Nobili, transported out of himself. Count Marescotti's name had exasperated him beyond control. "Fool!" exclaimed Fra Pacifico. "Will you not listen to reason? Has not Enrica by her own act renounced all claim to you as a wife? Is not that enough?" Nobili was silent.
Did the marchesa so much as tell Enrica, when she offered her as wife to Count Marescotti?" At the sound of Marescotti's name Nobili's assumed composure utterly gave way. His whole frame stiffened with rage. "Yes Marescotti curse him! And I am the husband of the woman he refused!" "For shame, Count Nobili! you have yourself exonerated her."
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