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Updated: June 11, 2025
Do not think that because De Pretis suddenly changed his mind, and even proposed to Nino a plan for making the acquaintance of the young countess, he is a man to veer about like a weather-cock, nor yet a bad man, willing to help a boy to do mischief. That is not at all like Ercole de Pretis.
Nino wrote often, and seemed very much excited about the disappearance of the contessina, but what could I do? I asked everyone I knew, and nobody had heard of them, so that at last I quite gave it over, and wrote to tell him so. A week passed, then a fortnight, and I had heard nothing from Benoni.
Therefore, good sir, if you have words of conciliation to speak, speak them; but if you would only tell her harsh and cruel things, I say you shall not!" As Nino uttered these hot words in good, plain Italian, they had a bold and honest sound of strength that was glorious to hear.
I do not forgive you for presuming to love my daughter, and I will find means to remind you of the scandal you have brought on my house." He drew himself up to his full height. Nino handed him his crutch-stick civilly. "Signor Conte," he said simply, but with all his natural courtesy, "I am sorry for this affair, to which you forced me, or rather the Signora Baronessa forced us both.
And besides, we should have found their tracks in the sand, and Nino would have smelt them." Nino pricked up one ragged ear at the sound of his name. "He does not look very intelligent," observed the official. "A clever dog might have been used to track the boy." "How?" inquired Ercole with scorn.
It was the count, and he seemed lost in thought, for his head was bent on his breast, and the reins hung carelessly loose from his hand. He did not raise his eyes until he was close to Nino, who took off his hat and pulled up short.
And, truly, Nino Cardegna is a better man, for all his peasant blood, than I ever was; a better lover, and perhaps a better hater. There is his guitar, that he always leaves here, and it reminds me of him and his ways. Fourteen years he lived here with me, from child to boy and from boy to man, and now he is gone, never to live here any more.
It is a profession being celebrated and it has its signal advantages. Nino will tell you so, and he has tried it. But one must begin young, very young! I cannot begin again. And then, as you all know, I never began at all. I took up life in the middle, and am trying hard to twist a rope of which I never held the other end.
I told him it was all legal, and that he could not touch you at all. I also said you were staying at the Hotel Costanzi, where he might find you if he wished." "Oh! Did you tell him that?" asked Hedwig. "It was quite right," said Nino. "He ought to know, of course. And what else did you tell him?" "Nothing especial, Nino mio.
But Nino had heard, too, the clumsy but rapid groping of heavy feet on the stairs above, far up in the winding stone steps, but momentarily coming nearer. Instantly he pushed Hedwig out to the street, tossing the bundle on the ground, withdrew the heavy key, shut the door, and double turned the lock from the outside, removing the key again at once.
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