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"You know as well as I that it could not have been an accident," he said. "It was done out of spite." "That may be," replied Giovanni, "for the men do not like him, as you know. But Zorzi accepted it as being an accident, and said so. He was badly hurt, and is still lame. Nella dressed the wound, and then Marietta came with her." "Are you sure Marietta came here?" asked Beroviero, growing paler.
Russia exhausted, Nella lightly outlined her own doings since she had met the young man in the Tsar's capital, and this recital brought the topic round to London, where it stayed till the final piece of steak was eaten. Theodore Racksole noticed that Mr Dimmock gave very meagre information about his own movements, either past or future.
Meanwhile the ogre and his wife were sitting at table with the windows open in order to enjoy the fresh air while they ate; as soon as they had emptied their cups and put out the lamps they began to chat of one thing and another, so that Nella, who was as near to them as the mouth to the nose, heard every word they spoke.
'Well, she repeated, 'why did he want you to leave? She was tremendously surprised at her own coolness, and somewhat pleased with it, too. 'I can't tell you, I can't tell you. 'You've just got to, Nella said, in a terrible, remorseless tone. 'He he wished me to come over here to Ostend. Something had gone wrong. Oh! he's a fearful man, is Tom. If I told you, he'd
One is tempted to think that the end might have justified the means if the good padre had fallen in with the prejudice against the rainy season and adopted, in lieu of the fire-and-brimstone of Scripture, as a future state of punishment, the icy Ninth Circle of Dante's Inferno, where "Eran l' ombre dolenti nella ghiaccia, Mettendo i denti in nota di cicogna."
It was Theodore Racksole's. Two men entered, bearing a prone form on a stretcher, and Racksole followed them. Nella sprang up. Racksole stared to see his daughter. 'I didn't know you were in here, Nell. Here, to the two men, 'out again. 'Why! exclaimed Nella, gazing fearfully at the form on the stretcher, 'it's Mr Dimmock! 'It is, her father acquiesced. 'He's dead, he added laconically.
Nella was inclined to believe the statement. The woman and the girl looked at each other in the tawdry, frowsy, lamp-lit room. Miss Spencer nervously patted her yellow hair into shape, as if gradually recovering her composure and equanimity. The whole affair seemed like a dream to Nella, a disturbing, sinister nightmare. She was a little uncertain what to say.
When she was dressed, Nella called the gondolier from her own window, and met him in the passage when he came up. He at once promised to make inquiries about Zorzi and went off to the palace to find his friend and crony, the Governor's head boatman.
The skirt of her dark grey dress was torn and dirty, and the usually trim Nella looked as though she had been shot down a canvas fire-escape. Mechanically she smoothed her frock, and gave a straightening touch to her hair. 'Good evening, Miss Racksole, said Felix Babylon, bowing formally.
Almost at the same time she opened and Beroviero stood on the threshold. Nella had heard him speaking, too, and she started up, wide awake in an instant, and came in, to see if she were needed. "Will you go with me to the laboratory, my dear?" asked the old man quietly. She answered gravely that she would. There was no gladness in her tone, but no reluctance.
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