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You were going out, and I think the air will do you good. Be brave, Oliveta; you have done your share, and there's nothing more to fear." She acquiesced dully; her olive features were ghastly as she felt her way past him; she walked like a sick woman. He watched her pityingly for a moment, then mounted the stairs.
"Some evil has befallen; tell me!" she said, wasting no time in greeting. "No. Nothing evil," Blake assured her. "Our friend has made a terrible discovery," said Vittoria, in a faint voice. "I cannot believe I want you to hear, carina." She motioned to Norvin. "I have been seeking our enemy, Belisario Cardi, and I have found him." Oliveta cried out in fierce triumph: "God be praised!
He even bought her dresses. It was that which caused her to send for me this afternoon. Heaven knows I was in no mood to listen, but she chattered like a magpie. As if I could advise her wisely!" "She is very dear to you," Oliveta ventured. "Indeed, yes. She shares with you all the love that is left in me." "I think I understand. You have principles, my sister.
The magic of this evening hour had brought him to her in spite of all his fears; but his heart was in his throat, and he could hardly manage a greeting. As he passed the threshold of the disordered room he looked round him in dismay. "What is this?" he asked. "Oliveta is going home to Sicily. It is our parting." "And you?" "To-morrow I go to the Sisters."
Oliveta is perhaps a stronger instrument than I; she will never rest until her father is avenged." "The strangest part is that you are the 'One Who Knows, You told me you had given up the quest." "And so I had. I was weary of it. My life was bleak and empty. I could not return to Sicily, because of the memories it held.
Then he returned and helped the girl examine her lover's wounds. Her fingers were steady and sure, but in her face was such an abandonment of grief as he had never seen, and her voice was little more than a rasping whisper. They were still working when the doctor came, followed a moment later by a disheveled, stricken figure of tragedy which O'Neil recognized as Oliveta.
He shook his head, puzzled at her vehemence. "I don't wish to drag you into it against your will, but Oliveta lives there among her countrypeople. She must know many things which I, as an outsider, could never learn. I need help." There was a long silence before the girl said: "Yes, I will help, for I am still the same woman you knew in Sicily. I am still full of hatred.
With Oliveta gone what would be left? Nothing but an austere life compressed within drab walls; nothing but sickness and suffering on every side. She had begun to think a great deal about those walls of late and The bells of a convent pealed out softly in the distance, bringing a tightness to her throat. In spite of herself she shuddered. Those laughing children's voices mocked at her empty life.
While anxiously waiting for some word from Oliveta he took up, with O'Neil, the investigation of Joe Poggi, the Italian detective. Before definite results had been obtained he was delighted to receive a visit from Vittoria Fabrizi, who explained that she had risked coming to see him because she dared not trust the mails and feared to bring him into the foreign quarter.
She kept repeating the words and gesture. Blake turned inquiringly to the other woman and read the truth in her eyes. "Good Lord!" he cried. "He is her " She nodded. "They were to be married." Oliveta began speaking slowly to her foster sister. "Yes, it is indeed true. I have suspected something, but I dared not tell you all the things he said all that I half learned and would not ask about.
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