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It would be discovered that every alternate paper of Matilde's medicine had been tampered with, and it would be supposed that Matilde had at the first time taken one of those containing poison, whereas the doctor who had attended her had taken the next, which was untouched and only had medicine in it. She intended to make tea on the following afternoon in Veronica's room.
He gathered the weakness of his sin into an unreal and evil strength, as best he could, and for Matilde's sake he spoke such words as he could find lies against himself, against the poor rag of honour in which he still believed, even while he was tearing it from the nakedness of a sin it could not clothe lies against love, against manhood, against God. "I have loved you long, Veronica," he began.
Such evidence of unnatural knowledge might have convinced a more sceptical mind than Matilde's of the fact that the somnambulist could at least read her thoughts and memories from her mind as from a book. It was impossible that any one but herself could know how, and in what room, she had kissed him for the last time, a few minutes before his end.
Veronica intended to go away in a cab, and it would be the question of a moment only to call one. When all was ready, Elettra went out for that purpose herself, and Veronica went without hesitation to Matilde's room. When she entered, the countess was alone, propped with pillows on a low couch near the fire.
Are you well enough to go out?" she asked, adding the last question quickly. "I should go if I were much more ill than I have been," Veronica replied. "I am not coming back." "Not coming back?" Surprise brought energy into Matilde's voice. "No. I am not coming back. Do not be astonished. I understand what has happened, and I am going to a safer place." "What? How? I do not understand."
When she entered the drawing-room, the other three were already there, and she saw the faces of Matilde and Bosio change as they caught sight of the flower. Gregorio apparently knew nothing of the arrangement another instance of Matilde's tact which pleased Veronica. Matilde herself was no longer pale.
"Is it?" asked Veronica, carelessly and looking down at the cup she held on her knee, while she slowly stirred the contents. As though to verify Matilde's assertion, she bent a little, raised the cup, and tasted the liquid. It was still too hot to drink, and she stirred it again on her knee.
But where all moral sense of right and all natural action of conscience were gone, there remained in the man an inheritance of traditional feeling, which even Matilde's influence could not make him wittingly violate any further, a remnant of honour, a thread, as it were, by which his soul was still held above the level of total destruction.
Elettra had entered the room, and Veronica explained to her what she was to do. "Put on your hat, Elettra," said Matilde, "and then please come to my room, and I will give you the recipe. I must find it among my things. I will be back presently, dear," she said to Veronica. She went out, followed by the maid, who did as she was bidden and then went to Matilde's room.
"Yes, from a three-francs-sixty-sous seat among the gods," replied the landscape painter; "just as you have seen Paris in the rue Croix-des-Petits-Champs, without knowing anything about it. What did they give at the Opera when you were there?" "Guillaume Tell." "Well," said Leon, "Matilde's grand DUO must have delighted you. What do you suppose that charming singer did when she left the stage?"
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