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She seemed for the moment very far away, uplifted in contemplation of the great change so soon to occur in her life, and Norvin began to suspect her of a tremendous depth of feeling. Unknown even to herself she was smouldering; unawakened fires were stirred by the consciousness of coming wifehood.
"It's in the paper," he chuckled. "Those reporters get everything." "What's in the paper?" Myra Nell snatched the sheet from his hand and read eagerly as he went trotting out again with his slippers applauding every step. "Oh, Lordy!" Blake read over her shoulder, and his face flushed. "Norvin, we're really, truly engaged, now. See!" After a pause, "And you've never even asked me."
So strongly had racial antipathy figured that Italy took note of the case, and it assumed an international importance. Biased accounts were cabled abroad which led to an uneasy stir in ministerial and consular quarters. During the exhaustive arguments at the close of the trial Norvin and Bernie sat together.
He had done some very creditable Sicilian sketches; in fact, Norvin had one framed in his room. What a pity the Count had been stricken in the first years of his promise! What a ruthless hand it was that had destroyed him! What a giant mind it was which had kept all Sicily in terror and scaled its lips!
Blake turned his attention to the overseer, for his mind, once filled with an idea, was not easily satisfied. But Ricardo would give him no information. He raised his bushy, gray eyebrows at the American's question. "Brigands? Ippolito is a great liar." Seeing the angry sparkle in the old fellow's eyes, Norvin hastened to say: "He told me nothing, I assure you." "Thieves, yes!
"Corpo di Baccho!" exclaimed the rider. "I shall sleep for a century." He stretched luxuriously and, unslinging a gun from his shoulder, leaned it against the wall. Blake was surprised to find it a late model of an American repeating rifle. "Francesca!" he called loudly. "Madonna mia, I am famished!" "Francesca was here a moment ago," Norvin volunteered. "In a frightful temper, too." "Just so!
"And yet each day I declare to myself: 'Aliandro, that rascal, is growing younger as the hours go by. It is well we are not rivals in love or I should be forced to hate him!" The old man chuckled and beamed upon Savigno, who proceeded to make Norvin known.
Seizing Norvin by the shoulders, he whirled him about. "Let me see you once. Ah! I am glad you made this sacrifice for me, for I need you above all men." His eyes, though bright with affection, were grave something unusual in him and the other inquired, quickly: "There's nothing wrong, I hope?" Savigno tossed his head and smiled. "Wrong! What could be wrong with me now that you are here? No!
Norvin invariably parted from her with a feeling of optimism and a gayety quite reasonless; he had no fears, no apprehensions; the universe was peopled with sprites and fairies, the morrow was a glad adventure full of merriment and promise. He was in precisely such a mood one drizzly Wednesday night after having made an inexcusably long call upon her.
She flung her arms about his neck and lifted her blushing face to his, explaining to her half-brother, when she could: "I don't know what you'll do without some one to look after you, Bernie, but it's perfectly grand to elope." Dreux rose with a grin and winked at Norvin as he said: "Oh, don't mind me. I'll get along all right." And seizing his hat he rushed out with his thin face all ablaze.
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