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Updated: June 8, 2025
She was swathed in a blue linen apron of Marietta's and had tied a cotton handkerchief over her hair. "I like to feel I am doing something for you," she said. "I wish you have been you are so kind." On the Wednesday morning she covered some of the books with brown paper and pasted labels on their backs.
As they looked at each other, they both grew pale, and in an instant Zorzi's young face looked haggard and his eyes seemed to grow hollow, while Marietta's filled with tears. "Good-bye!" she cried in a broken voice. "God keep you, my dear love!" Then her face was buried in the hollow of his shoulder and her tears flowed fast and burning hot.
Once, on the strength of disquieting rumors about the management, the stock dropped to sixteen cents and Marietta's hopes sank accordingly; she felt as if she had picked Jim's pocket. But the "H. O. P." soon rallied, and day by day it crept upwards while Marietta's spirits crept upwards with it, cautiously, questioningly. Should she sell? Should she hold on?
As he spoke he unwrapped somewhat awkwardly, for he had only his left hand a full blown rose and two buds from its cover of tissue paper. Marietta's eyes sank and a flush of shame o'erspread her features as she took the flowers, without speaking, and pinned them on her breast; then she reached out her hand, as if begging for forgiveness; it was grasped at once.
Nella remembered how frightened she herself had been when she was betrothed to her departed Vito, and she was thereby much comforted as to Marietta's condition.
There was just a suspicion of light in the east, a mere hint of a glow, when Lyman walked cautiously around the corner of the house and tapped at Marietta's window. She was sleeping soundly and did not hear, for she had been restless during the first part of the night. He tapped again, and the girl woke without knowing what woke her.
"That's just the way you look and do," he declared. "You're the broad and flowery path that leadeth to destruction." "Never mind, Babyette," put in Angela, "I'll take your part if no one else will. You're a nice, demure, shrinking girl and you wouldn't look at anyone, would you?" Angela got up and was holding Marietta's head mock sympathetically in her arms.
"Why, I didn't really think it would rain! I thought it was just Marietta's " She glanced down in dismay at her thin low shoes and the amber-colored silk of her ruffled skirt. Rankin stood up eagerly. "Ah, I've a chance to do you a service. Just step in, won't you, a moment and let me skirmish around and see what a bachelor's establishment can offer to a beautiful young lady who mustn't get wet."
Anyhow he did not answer Marietta's letter, and he did tear it up into a thousand bits, as she requested. "If Angela knew no doubt she would feel wretched," he thought. In the meanwhile Angela was thinking, and her brooding led her to the conclusion that it might be advisable, if ever her lover came back, to yield herself in order that he might feel compelled to take her.
He did not blush as he had blushed yesterday, when he looked up from the fire and saw her; he merely inclined his head respectfully, to acknowledge her presence, and then he stood by the table waiting for the master to notice him, and not bestowing another glance on the young girl. Beroviero turned to him at last. He was so used to Marietta's presence that he paid no attention to her.
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