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For in a few minutes the aspect of his world had changed, and Contarini's unknown figure filled the future. Until to-day, he had never seriously thought of Marietta's marriage, nor of what would happen to him afterwards; but now, he was to be one of the instruments for bringing the marriage about.
Marietta's belief in Zorzi had never wavered, from the first, but Beroviero was more than half sure that the book had been opened. He took it up with care, turned it over and over in his hands, scrutinised the seal, the strings, the knots, and saw that they were all his own. "It is impossible that this should have been undone and tied up again," he said confidently.
I had a little headache Marietta's back from Cleveland to-day, and she and Flora Burgess are at the house " "You've said enough. I'm thankful that you have this refuge to fly to from such "
Since then they had lived in a very comfortable, middling state of harmony, apparently on about the same social scale as Marietta's parents. That this feat was accomplished on a much smaller income was due to Marietta's unrivaled instinct and trained capacity for keeping up appearances. All this history had been creditable, but nothing more; and Mrs.
Nella brushed the dust from the silk mantle and from Marietta's white skirt very industriously, lest it should betray the secret to Giovanni or any other member of the household. For they had escaped being seen, even when they came back. Nella scolded on in a little sing-song voice, with many rising inflections.
She would have blushed deeper had she guessed who had been witnesses of her first meeting with Contarini, and old Beroviero's temper would have broken out furiously if he could have imagined that the Greek pirate who had somehow miraculously escaped the hangman in Naples had been contemplating with satisfaction the progress of the marriage negotiations, sure that he himself should before long be enjoying the better part of Marietta's rich dowry.
Marietta's question checked her glowing enthusiasm; it rang in her ears like the name-call in the "Somnambulist," and roused her to consciousness. "Yes," said she, in a low tone, "I hate him, and I will ever hate him! If I loved him, I should be the most wretched of women I should despise and curse myself.
"Ah, mache, Signorino! But many, many," answered Gigi, rolling his dark eyes sympathetically, and waving his hands. "I need but one," said Peter. "A woman to come and do Marietta's work for a day or two cook, and clean up, and that sort of thing. Do you think you could procure me such a woman?" "There is my wife, Signorino," suggested Gigi. "If she would content the Signorino?" "Oh?
I was n't aware that you were married. A hundred felicitations. Yes, your wife, by all means. Ask her to come and rule as Marietta's vicereine." Gigi started for the village. Peter went into the house, and knocked at Marietta's bed-room door. He found her in bed, with her rosary in her hands. If she could not work, she would not waste her time.
" a little boy," said Madeleine. She addressed the other woman peremptorily. "I want him! You can have Ariadne!" She flushed as she spoke, and added defiantly: "I know I always said I didn't want children!" "How is Lydia?" Marietta broke in with an angry impatience. "Very low, the nurse said; Dr. Melton wouldn't give any hope." Marietta's face twitched.
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