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In the last crisis, the Grand Duke entrusted the government to the extreme Liberals, Montanelli the professor, and Guerrazzi the novelist; both were honourable men, and Guerrazzi was thought by many to be a man of genius. The vigorous rhetoric of his Assedio di Firenze had warmed the patriotism of many young hearts.
At supper he talked of nothing but plans for excursions, mountain ascents, and botanizing expeditions. Evidently his dreamy fancies had not interfered with either his spirits or his appetite. When Montanelli awoke the next morning Arthur had disappeared. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats."
What are they wanted for?" "T-t-to k-k-kill rats with." "That is a terrible answer. Are all your fellow-men rats in your eyes if they cannot think as you do?" "S-s-some of them." Montanelli leaned back in his chair and looked at him in silence for a little while. "What is that on your hand?" he asked suddenly. The Gadfly glanced at his left hand. "Old m-m-marks from the teeth of some of the rats."
He can't come in I won't have it! What are the guards about? Your Eminence " The gate had opened and shut, and Montanelli was standing in the courtyard, looking before him with still and awful eyes. "Your Eminence! I must beg of you this is not a fit sight for you! The execution is only just over; the body is not yet " "I have come to look at him," Montanelli said.
The word was uttered in a hasty whisper that seemed to deepen the ensuing silence. "Padre," Arthur began again, distressed by the other's sombre look, "do you think there is anything wrong in what I said? Of course I may be mistaken; but I must think as it comes natural to me to think." "Perhaps," Montanelli answered gently, "you do not quite realize the meaning of what you just said.
"I know you have," she answered softly, raising her eyes for a moment; "I should have been badly off without your friendship. But Giovanni did not tell you about Monsignor Montanelli, then?" "No, I didn't know that he had anything to do with it. What he told me was about all that affair with the spy, and about " "About my striking Arthur and his drowning himself.
"I must refer Your Eminence to Shakspere," he said with a little laugh. "It's as with the man who can't endure a harmless, necessary cat. My antipathy is a priest. The sight of the cassock makes my t-t-teeth ache." "Oh, if it is only that " Montanelli dismissed the subject with an indifferent gesture. "Still," he added, "abuse is one thing and perversion of fact is another.
Arthur, my dear boy, be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash, at least before I come back. You cannot think how anxious I feel about leaving you." "There is no need, Padre; everything is quite quiet. It will be a long time yet." "Good-bye," Montanelli said abruptly, and sat down to his writing.
Several soldiers mounted the narrow stair, their carbines clanking against the wall; then a deferential voice said: "It is rather steep here, Your Eminence." He started convulsively, and then shrank down, catching his breath under the stinging pressure of the straps. Montanelli came in with the sergeant and three guards.
If I could bring to His throne, as Your Eminence can, the offering of a holy life of a soul without spot or secret shame " Montanelli turned abruptly away. "I have only one offering to give," he said; "a broken heart." A few days later the Gadfly returned to Florence in the diligence from Pistoja. He went straight to Gemma's lodgings, but she was out.
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