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I am aware that I do but scant justice to the marchese's inimitable style. The above sentences must be imagined as hurled forth in a series of yells, with a pant between each of them. As a melodramatic actor this terrific Marinelli would, I am sure, have risen to the first rank in his profession. "Signore," I said, "you are under a misapprehension.
My legs are long, and I had soon headed her round. "I presume that I have the honour of addressing the Signorina Marinelli?" I panted, in French, as I faced her, hat in hand. She answered me by a piercing shriek, which left no room for doubt as to her identity. "For the love of Heaven, don't do that!" I entreated, in an agony. "You will alarm the whole neighbourhood and ruin us both.
Out of pure good-nature to your son, who was detained by duty in Venice at the last moment, I consented to bring the Signorina Marinelli here yesterday, and to await his arrival, which I am now expecting." "So you ran away with the girl, instead of Albrecht, did you? Ho, ho, ho!" I had seldom heard a more grating or disagreeable laugh. "I did nothing of the sort," I answered, tartly.
But that, unhappily, is very seldom! for her father, the Marchese Marinelli, scarcely ever lets her out of his sight; and he is a sour, narrow-minded old fellow, as proud as he is poor, an intense hater of all Austrians; and if he were to discover our attachment, I shudder to think of what the consequences might be."
As soon as Pius IX. became aware of the critical state of King Victor Emmanuel, he sent to him his own chaplain, Bishop Marinelli, with full authority to reconcile the dying monarch to the church on his expressing repentance and retracting. This dignitary went thrice to the palace, and was as often repelled by the watchful ministers, who strictly guarded the person of the king.
You ensnare my daughter's affections you entice her away from her father's house you cover my family with eternal disgrace and then you dare to tell me there is no harm done! Wait a little, and you shall see that there will be harm enough for you. Marry her you must, since you have ruined her; but you shall die for it the next day! It is I I, Ludovico Marinelli who swear it!"
"Yes," he resumed, "I am in love; and with an Italian lady too, unfortunately. Her name is Bianca, the Signorina Bianca Marinelli, and she is the most divinely beautiful creature the sun ever shone upon." "That," said I, "is of course." "It is the truth; and when you have seen her, you will acknowledge that I do not exaggerate. I have known her nearly two months now.
The whole scene, I confess, had affected me a good deal, in spite of some of the absurdities by which it had been marked; and it was not until I had been alone for some time, and silence had once more fallen upon the Longarone osteria, that I awoke to the fact that it was my carriage which the Marchese Marinelli had calmly appropriated to his own use, and that there was no visible means of my getting back to Venice that day.
I was so unfortunate as to attract the admiration of the Marquis Marinelli, and he applied to my father. He was illustrious at once in birth and fortune, and his visits could only be unwelcome to me. Dreadful was the moment in which my father disclosed to me the proposal. My distress, which I vainly endeavoured to command, discovered the exact situation of my heart, and my father was affected.
Marinelli, who was to be seen at her side, wearing a Gibus hat and curling a pair of gigantic black mustaches. Maurice listened to the music and the chatter which, silenced by the arrival of the music, had now burst forth again, with rather indifferent ears. He wanted to get away somewhere and to be alone with Maddalena. The day was passing on. Soon night would be falling.
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