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All the blood within him seemed whirling in his brain. "But Nera, how can I in honor break this marriage?" he urged. "Break it! well, by going away. No one can force you to marry a girl who allowed herself to be hawked about here and there offered to Marescotti, and refused to others probably." "She may not have known it," said Nobili, roused by her bitter words. "Oh, folly!
Baldassare laughed out loud from the corner. It gratified his wounded vanity to see his elder ridiculous. Marescotti, greatly alarmed, started forward and offered his arm, in order to lead the cavaliere back to his seat, but Trenta indignantly refused his assistance. The marchesa shook her head. "Calm yourself," she said, looking at him compassionately.
He was neither. But he lived much alone; he had dreamed rather than reflected, and he had planned instead of acting. "Count Marescotti," said the marchesa, holding out her hand, "I salute you. Baldassare, you are welcome."
This, with Count Marescotti in the company, would be to say the least of it inconvenient. "You may retire," he said to Teresa. "I will take charge of the signorina." "But Signore Cavaliere" and Teresa, feeling the affront, colored scarlet "the marchesa's positive orders were, I was not to leave the signorina." "Never mind," answered the cavaliere, authoritatively, "I will take that on myself.
She was the living image of the young Madonna the young Madonna before the visit of the archangel pale, meditative, pathetic, but with no shadow of the future upon her face. Marescotti was so engrossed by this idea that he remained motionless before her. Each one present observed his emotion, the marchesa specially; she frowned her disapproval.
Enrica was not the marchesa's daughter; therefore, except in marriage, she was not entitled to enjoy the honors of the house. She was never permitted to take part in conversation. Marescotti, who had not seen her since she was fourteen, now bounded across the room to where she sat, overshadowed by the curtain, bowed to her formally, then touched the tips of her fingers with his lips.
"Send for me," he repeats to himself. "Good, good! I understand." He seats himself with great deliberation in a large, well-stuffed arm-chair, near the table, at which Marescotti still continues standing. He places his cane across his knees, folds his hands together, then looks up in the other's face.
His very voice had changed into a manly barytone. In the absence of his sword, Trenta was evidently about to strike Marescotti. As he advanced, the other retreated. A hot flush overspread the count's face for an instant, then it faded out, and grew pale and rigid. He remembered the cavaliere's great age, and checked himself.
You can retire." Teresa, swelling with anger, remained in the court. The cavaliere offered his arm to Enrica. She turned and addressed a few words to the exasperated Teresa; then, led by Trenta, she passed into the street. Upon the threshold, Count Marescotti met them. "This is indeed an honor," he said, addressing Enrica his face beamed, and he bowed to the ground.
I am at this very time authorized by the family to arrange an alliance with " "I guess!" burst out Baldassare, reddening with delight at being intrusted with so choice a piece of news "with Count Marescotti!" Trenta gave a conscious smile, and nodded. This was done with a certain reserve, but still graciously.
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