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"I leave you!" a soft dew came into Enrica's eyes as she fixed them upon Nobili a dew that rapidly formed itself into two tears that rolled silently down her cheek "never never!" Spite of the horrors of the past, these words, that look, tell him she is his! Nobili's heart leaps within him. For a moment he is breathless speechless in the tumult of his great joy.
Guglielmi thought he knew his friend and client the Marchesa Guinigi but little, if her fertile brain had not already created some complication that would have the effect of preventing Count Nobili's departure that night. The instant the immediate instant now lay with himself. He was about to make the most of it.
"Then I am satisfied," replied Ruspoli, quiet defiance in his look and tone. "I accuse you, Signore Orazio Franchi, of nothing. I only warn you." "I don't see why we should quarrel about Nobili's marriage. He will be here himself presently, to explain which of the ladies he prefers," observed the peaceable Orsetti. "I don't know which lady Count Nobili prefers," retorted Ruspoli, doggedly.
The marchesa knew that she must consent to Count Nobili's conditions. She knew she must consent this very day. But such a struggle as this knowledge cost her, coming so close upon the agitation of the previous night, was more than even her iron nerves could bear.
With that sun-ray upon his face, Nobili seemed to her, at that moment, more than mortal! "Angel!" exclaimed Count Nobili, wrought up to sudden passion, "can you doubt me?" Before Enrica could reply, a snake, warmed by the hot sun, curled upward from the terraced wall behind them, where it had basked, and glided swiftly between them. Nobili's heel was on it; in an instant he had crushed its head.
Something Nobili understood of what was passing within her, but not all. He had yet to learn the treasures of faith and love shut up in the bosom of that silent girl to learn how much she loved him only him. Neither spoke, but wandered up and down in vague delight. Why was it that at this moment Nobili's thoughts strayed to Lucca, and to Nera Boccarini?
Count Nobili stood in the doorway. At the moment of Count Nobili's appearance Maestro Guglielmi drew out his watch; then he proceeded to note upon his tablets that Count Nobili, having observed the appointed time, was not subject to a fine. Count Nobili paused on the threshold, then he advanced to the altar. That he had come in haste was apparent.
And Nobili had listened to Nera's cruel words, and had not risen up and torn out the lying tongue that uttered them! He had sat and heard Enrica torn to pieces as a panting dove is severed by a hawk limb by limb! Even now Nobili's better nature, spite of the glamour of this woman, told him he was a coward to listen to such words, but his good angel had veiled her wings and fled.
She raised her hand, opened it slowly, and gazed at it. Her hand was empty. "Where is ?" Enrica asked, in a voice like a sigh then she stopped, and gazed up again distressfully into Pipa's face. Pipa knew that Count Nobili's letter had been taken by Fra Pacifico. Now she bent over Enrica in an agony of fear lest, when her reason came and she missed that letter, she should sink back again and die.
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