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As each sentence fell from the priest's lips his countenance grew sterner. "Accepts the separation! Gives me up!" exclaimed Nobili, quite taken aback. "So much the better. We are both of the same mind." But, spite his words, there were irritation and surprise in Nobili's manner. That Enrica herself should have consented to part from him was altogether an astonishment!
In the very act of digging his big fangs into Nobili's throat Argo pauses; he shrinks before those human eyes before which the brutish nature quails. In an instant Nobili's strong hands close round his throat; he presses it until the powerful paws slacken in their grip until the fiery eyes are starting from their sockets.
Did the marchesa so much as tell Enrica, when she offered her as wife to Count Marescotti?" At the sound of Marescotti's name Nobili's assumed composure utterly gave way. His whole frame stiffened with rage. "Yes Marescotti curse him! And I am the husband of the woman he refused!" "For shame, Count Nobili! you have yourself exonerated her."
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!
At this instant the marchesa rose and left the chapel. Count Nobili's eyes followed her with a look of absolute loathing. Without one glance at Enrica, still immovable, her head buried on her arms, Nobili left the altar. He walked slowly to the window at the farther end of the chapel. Turning his back upon all present, he took from his pocket a parchment, which he perused with deep attention.
Maestro Guglielmi also informed the secretary, by my order, that, in default of his Count Nobili's appearance, a detailed account of the whole transaction with my niece, and of other transactions touching Count Nobili's father, known to me of which I have informed Maestro Guglielmi would be published upon my authority in every newspaper in all the cities throughout Italy, with such explanations and particulars as I might see fit to insert.
The marchesa sat in deep shadow, but in the outline of her tall, slight figure, and in the carriage of her head and neck, there was the same indomitable pride, courage, and energy, as before. A paper lay on the ground near her; it was Nobili's letter. Fra Pacifico sat opposite to her. He was speaking. His deep-set luminous eyes were fixed on the marchesa.
My official capacity, however, ends with Count Nobili's presence here at the appointed hour." At the word "hour" Guglielmi hastily pulled out his watch. "Only a few minutes more," he muttered. "But this is not all. Listen, my father." He gave a hasty glance round, then put his lips close to the priest's ear.
Allow me to explain." "Silence!" thundered Fra Pacifico standing before the altar. "In the name of God, silence! Let those who desire to wrangle choose a fitter place. There can be no contentions in the presence of the sacrament. The declaration of Count Nobili's belief in the virtue of his wife I permitted.
Last night the old life died out as the smoke from that old tower. To-day you have waked to a new life with me." Again Nobili's arms stole round her; again he sealed the sacrament of love with a fervid kiss. Enrica trembled from head to foot a scared look came over her. The rush of passionate joy, coming upon the terrors of the past night, was more than she could bear. Nobili watched the change.
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