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The "golden youth" offer bets as to Nera's recovery; the ladies, who are jealous, back freely against it. In half an hour, however, Countess Orsetti is able to announce that "Nera Boccarini is better, and that, beyond the shock, it is hoped that she is not seriously hurt." "You see, Malatesta, I was right," drawls out the languid Franchi as he descends the stairs.
One was particularly struck by an altar facing the windows, an altar with red drapery surmounted by a baldacchino with red hangings, on which appeared the escutcheon of the Boccaneras, the winged dragon spitting flames with the device, Bocca nera, Alma rossa.
Moreover Guillaume's coat was remarkably shabby, his air very unassuming, and his manner of life at the hotel frugality itself; such a playing of the vacuus viator might be meant to deceive not only the landlord of the Aquila Nera, but also any other predatory persons whom Guillaume should encounter in the course of his travels. Yes, some of it would be in notes.
"O Nera!" one of her sisters exclaimed, reproachfully. These innocent sisters never could accommodate themselves to Nera's caustic tongue. Nera gave her sister a look. She rose at once; then the other sister rose also. They both slipped out of the room. "Now," thought the marchesa, "I must go, too."
The question was sharply put. "The marchesa would never receive you. Why choose her niece?" "Because I liked her." Nobili was driven to bay. "A man chooses the woman he likes." "How strange!" exclaimed Nera, throwing up her hands. "How strange! A pale-faced school-girl! But ha! ha!" Nobili changed color. With every word Nera uttered, he grew hot or cold, soothed or wild, by turns.
Foligno forms a station of commanding interest between Rome and the Adriatic upon the great Flaminian Way. At Foligno the passes of the Apennines debouch into the Umbrian plain, which slopes gradually toward the valley of the Tiber, and from it the valley of the Nera is reached by an easy ascent beneath the walls of Spoleto.
"We have felt very grateful," went on to say the marchesa, "I assure you, Count Nobili, very grateful." The poor lady was much exercised in spirit as to how she could frame an available excuse for leaving the count alone with Nera. Had she only known beforehand, she would have arranged a little plan to do so, naturally. But it must be done, she knew.
Enriquez went off to his own country to find a friend who was an assassin, and to get 'a stiletto with a very fine blade, much better than a pistol to kill a man with. Enriquez, keeping a good thing in the family, enlisted his brother: and Martinez, from Aragon, brought 'two proper kind of men, Juan de Nera and Insausti, who, with the King's scullion, undertook the job.
Nobili opened both his arms. His eyes clung wildly to hers. She was his only hope. Nera did not move; only she turned her head away to hide her face from him. She dared not let Nobili move her. Poor Nobili! She could have loved him dearly! Seeing her thus, Nobili's arms dropped to his side hopelessly; a wan look came over his face. "Forgive me! Oh, forgive me, Nera!
"You will believe me another time. You know I told you and Orsetti that Nera Boccarini and Nobili understood each other. He's desperately in love with her." "I don't believe it, all the same," answers Malatesta, shaking his head. "A man can't half kill a girl and show no compunction specially not Nobili the best-hearted fellow breathing.
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