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"But you who have a diplomacy deeper than that of any Jew usurer may possibly have one already in view?" "There is now in Rome," pursued Moretti, speaking with the same even deliberation of accent, "a faithful daughter of the Church, whose wealth we can to a certain extent command, and whose charm is unquestionable, the Comtesse Sylvie Hermenstein " Gherardi started. Moretti eyed him coldly.
Moretti gave a gesture of impatience and contempt. Cyrillon noted it, and his dark eyes flashed, but he went on steadily,
He helps the fallen; he does not strike them down more heavily." "Ah, so! And is he fit to be a Cardinal?" queried the Princesse D'Agramont dubiously. Angela gave her a quick look, but had no time to reply as at that moment a servant entered and announced, "Monsignor Moretti!" Angela started nervously. "Moretti!" she said in a low tone, "I thought he had left Paris!"
Let it be enough I say! and I I also will be silent!" Cyrillon looked at him straightly. "Will you cease to persecute Cardinal Bonpre?" he demanded. "Will you admit Varillo's murderous treachery?" Gherardi bent his head. "I will!" he answered slowly, "because I must! Otherwise " He clenched his fist and his eyes flashed fire-then he went on "But beware of Lorenzo Moretti!
"Well?" he said, with a more exhaustive enquiry expressed in his look than in the simple ejaculation. "Well!" echoed Moretti, as he slowly advanced into the centre of the room, "You have not done as much as I expected you would. Your arguments were clever, but not to a man of his obstinacy, convincing."
Well, since that time strange things have happened," said Gherardi, still preserving his calm inscrutability of demeanour, "We have had our news from Monsignor Moretti, an envoy of ours in Paris, on secret service.
"Monsignor Moretti," interposed the Cardinal with dignity, "it is no part of justice or holiness to denounce anything or anybody till the full rights of the case have been heard. I was as unaware as yourself that this young man, Cyrillon Vergniaud, was the daring writer who has sent his assumed name of 'Gys Grandit' like a flame through Europe.
Paolo Lodi, of Monza, student, aged twenty-one, thirty strokes; Giovanni Mazzuchetti, Milanese, barrister, aged twenty-four, thirty strokes; Bonnetti, Milanese, lithographer, aged thirty-one, fifty strokes; Moretti, Milanese, domestic servant, aged twenty-six, fifty strokes; Cesana, artist, aged thirty-two, forty strokes; Scotti, shopkeeper, of Monza, fifty strokes;
"Did I not tell you," said Moretti, as he untied some papers he had been carrying, and sat down at a table to glance over them, "Did I not tell you that when all other arguments fail, the unanswerable one of woman can be brought in to clinch every business?" Gherardi, though in a way contented, was not altogether so sure of his goal.
The Cardinal bent his head patiently and remained silent. Monsignor Moretti advanced a step towards the Papal throne. "The boy" he began. A slight animation warmed the chill lifelessness of the Pope's features. "True! I had almost forgotten!" he said. Then to the Cardinal, "Where is the boy you rescued from the streets, who lives with you, and who witnessed the miracle at Rouen?"
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