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Nera rose before him, glowing and velvet-eyed, as on that night she had so tempted him. He drove her image from him. Nera was dead to him. Dead? Fool! And did he think that any thing can die? Do not our very thoughts rise up and haunt us in some subtile consequence of after-life? Nothing dies nothing is isolated.
Her sisters, who are older, and less attractive than herself, had as yet found no partners; but they were habitually resigned and amiable, and submitted with perfect meekness to be obliterated by Nera. A knot of young men have now formed near the door of the dancing-saloon. They are eagerly discussing the cotillon, the final dance of the evening.
"I must confess," she added, giving a stealthy glance out of the corners of her eyes, "you have surprised me. When do you bring your wife home, Count Nobili?" As Nera asked this question she bent over Nobili, so that her breath just swept his heated cheek. "Never, perhaps!" cried Nobili, wildly. He could contain himself no longer. His heart beat almost to bursting.
"Why should I repulse this girl because she loves me?" he asked himself. This question came to him, wafted, as it were, upon the wings of the music. "Count Nobili, you have not answered me," insisted Nera. She had not moved. "You are very absent this evening. Do you wish to dance with me? Tell me." She dwelt upon the words. Her voice was low and very pleading. Nobili had not yet spoken.
Into indefinite space, if possible only together?" Nera is triumphant. Nobili is her own! As she sits in that chair when he has placed her, she is positively radiant. Love has given an unknown tenderness to her eyes, a more delicate brilliancy to her cheeks, a softness, almost a languor, to her movements. Now Nobili has left Nera, seated in the chair.
Nera would follow to the end artistically; not leave her work half done. "She has deceived me. I know she has deceived me," cried Nobili, with a pang he could not hide. "She has deceived me, and I loved her!" His voice sounded like the cry of a hunted animal. Nera did not like this. Her work was not complete. Nobili's obstinate clinging to Enrica chafed her.
Nobili envied Herod in a dreamy way, who, with round, leaden eyes, a crown upon his head watched the dancing girl as she flung about her lissome limbs. Nobili envied Herod and the thought came across him, how pleasant it would be to sit royally enthroned, and see Nera gambol so!
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All the places occupied were fortresses and all were with one exception upon the Via Flaminia which they commanded. The first of these strong places was Narni, which held the great bridge over the Nera at the southern exit of the passes between the valley of Spoleto and the lower Tiber valley, where the two roads over the mountains, one by Todi, the other by Spoleto, met.
I offer you a broken heart; have pity on me! Say, can you love me, Nera? Only a little. Speak! tell me!" Nobili was on his knees before her; every feature of his bright young face formed into an agony of entreaty. There was a flash of triumph in Nera's black eyes as she bent them on Nobili, that chilled him to the soul. Kneeling before her, he feels it. He doubts her love, doubts all.
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