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Beside the expedition of Ojeda, already noticed, in the course of which he touched at Xaragua, one had been undertaken at the same time by Pedro Alonzo Nino, native of Moguer, an able pilot, who had been with Columbus in the voyages to Cuba and Paria.
"Let us sit upon the step and talk," said Hedwig, gently disengaging herself from his arms. "The hour is advancing, and it is damp here, my love. You will be cold," said Nino, protesting against delay as best he could. "No; and I must talk to you." She sat down, but Nino pulled off his cloak and threw it round her.
But do not spoil everything by singing to her, and betraying yourself." So Nino thanked the maestro enthusiastically and went away, humming a tune, as he now and again struck the strings of the guitar that he carried under his arm, to be sure it was there.
"You are not very wise, Messer Cornelio, and you counsel me to be prudent and to be rash in the same breath." "You make very pretty compliments, Sor Nino," I answered, tartly. He put out his hand deprecatingly. "You are as wise as any man can be who is not in love," he said, looking at me with his great eyes. "But love is the best counsellor." "What is your idea?" I asked, somewhat pacified.
Is she very ill, then?" asked Nino, in great alarm. "She is dead," said the fat mat, wiping his mouth and twisting the empty glass in his hand. "Dead!" cried Nino and I together. "Dead yes; as dead as St. Peter," he answered, irreverently. "Your wine is good, Signor Professore. Yes, I will take another glass and my men, too. Yes, she was found dead this morning, lying in her bed.
Her head was thrown backward a little, and he noted with pitying eagerness that she was paler than of old, and that there were dark circles beneath her eyes. He thought of the years in which their lives had been separated, and sorrow for her suffering made his heart swell. "Helen," he said, "I have come to ask a favor. I want you to look after Nino a little.
The old count was evidently very much surprised, for he suddenly straightened himself in his saddle, with a sort of jerk, and glared savagely at Nino; his wooden features appearing to lose colour, and his long moustache standing out and bristling. He also reined in his horse, and the pair sat on their beasts, not five yards apart, eying each other like a pair of duelists.
After that he stropped it on the tough leathern strap by which he slung the gun over his shoulder when he walked; when he was quite satisfied, he shut the knife again and put it back into his pocket, and fell to thinking once more. Nino watched the whole operation with bloodshot eyes, his tongue hanging out and quivering rhythmically as he panted in the heat to cool himself.
What shall I do?" Nino heard, and pushed the servant aside. "Courage, my dear lady," he said, aloud, that she might know his voice. Hedwig appeared to make a frantic effort, and a little sound of pain escaped her as she hurt her hands. "Oh, what shall I do!" she cried, piteously. "I locked it last night, and now I cannot turn the key!" Nino pressed with all his weight against the door.
Then I heard her open the window, and at last she came boldly and opened the door, which turned inward. I sat like a rock, not knowing whether Nino would like me to turn round and look. "Signor Grandi!" she cried at last in laughing tones. "Yes, signorina!" I replied, respectfully, without moving. She hesitated. "What are you doing in that strange position?" she asked.
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