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"I thought I had," was Nobili's reply, recalled by her movement to himself, and speaking with more composure "I thought I had but within the last three hours every thing is changed. I have been insulted at the club." "Ah! you must expect that sort of thing if you marry Enrica Guinigi. That is inevitable." Nobili knit his brows. This was hard from her.
In his confusion he misses it. "Not for worlds, Signore Conte," says Guglielmi, nervously passing his hand up and down the panel in search of the door-handle "not for worlds would I offend you! Now Guglielmi has it! Safely clutching the handle with both his hands, Guglielmi's courage returns. His mocking eyes look up without blinking into Nobili's, fierce and flashing as they are.
Nobili's voice sounded hollow in the dimly-lighted room. At last Nobili was speaking out speaking, as it were, from the grave of his love! "Yes, I loved her," he continued dreamily "I loved her! How much I did not know!" He had forgotten he was not alone. The priest was but dimly visible. He was leaning against the wall, his massive chin resting on his hand, listening to Nobili.
As he spoke, Fra Pacifico stooped and raised Nobili's crumpled letter from the floor. He spread it out open on the table. The marchesa motioned to him to reseat himself. He did so. "What I want?" she said, taking up the priest's words. "I will tell you.
Again the measure rose and fell in floods of luscious sweetness again Nera lay within his arms her breath was on his cheek the perfume of the flowers in her flossy hair was wafted in the air the blood stirred in his veins. The old man said truly. All the way up the second stair was lit by little lamps, fed by mouldy oil; and all the way up that waltz rang in Nobili's ear.
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.
His false smile gave place to a sardonic grin, as he watched Nobili marked his well-set, muscular figure, his easy movements, the graceful curve of his head and neck, his delicate, regular features, his sunny complexion. But Nobili's face without a smile was shorn of its chief charm: that smile, so bright in itself, brought brightness to others.
To return. Fortunately, Count Nobili's lawyer saw the case as I put it to him. Count-Nobili will, undoubtedly, be here at two o'clock." Again the lawyer took out his watch, looked at it, and replaced it with rapidity. "A good deal of hard work is comprised in that sentence, 'Count Nobili will be here!" Again there was the ghost of a smile. "Lawyers must not always be judged by the result.
Without the autumn wind moaned round the corners of the house. How it must roar in the abyss under the cliffs! Enrica thought. How dark it must be down there in the blackness of the night! Like letters written in fire, Nobili's words rose up before her "I am gone from you forever!" Oh! why was she not dead? Why was she not lying deep below, buried among the cold rocks? Enrica felt very faint.
Now, having with lover's haste made good progress with all he had to do, Nobili has come down to the club to meet his friends, and to receive their congratulations. Every hand is stretched out toward him. Even Ruspoli, spite of obvious jealousy, liked him. Nobili's face is lit up with its sunniest smile. Having shaken hands with him, an ominous silence ensues.
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