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"Enrica must have been an accomplice!" cried Nobili, transported out of himself. Count Marescotti's name had exasperated him beyond control. "Fool!" exclaimed Fra Pacifico. "Will you not listen to reason? Has not Enrica by her own act renounced all claim to you as a wife? Is not that enough?" Nobili was silent.
The suspense was becoming intolerable to her. "Refuse to marry him? Refuse Nobili? No, no, I can refuse Nobili nothing," answered Enrica, dreamily. "But he will not come! he is gone forever!" "He will come," insisted the marchesa, pushing her advantage skillfully. "But will he love me?" asked the tender young voice. "Will he believe that I love him? Oh, tell me that! Father Pacifico, help me!
The old cavaliere nodded his head, round which the little curls set faultlessly under his white hat. "My dear Count Nobili, permit me to offer my advice. You must settle this matter at once at once, I say;" and Trenta struck his stick upon the marble balustrade for greater emphasis. "I quite agree with you," put in Fra Pacifico in his deep voice.
There was no doctor at Corellia, the people were too poor; so Fra Pacifico was called upon to do a doctor's duty. He must draw the teeth of such as needed it; bind up cuts and sores; set limbs; and give such simple drugs as he knew the nature of.
"I shall not perform the ceremony," answered Fra Pacifico, his full, deep voice ringing through the room, "at your bidding only. Enrica must also consent. Enrica must consent in my presence." As the light of the lamp struck upon Fra Pacifico, the lines about his mouth deepened, and that look of courage and of command the people of Corellia knew so well was marked upon his countenance.
Carlotta is proud to show that she knows somebody, as well as Cassandra. "When he is in Lucca, Fra Pacifico passes my shop every morning to say mass in the marchesa's private chapel. He knows all her sins." "And the old gentleman with him," puts in Cassandra, twitching her hook nose, "is old Trenta Cesare Trenta, the cavaliere. Bless his dear old face! The duke loved him well.
Count Nobili and Fra Pacifico exchange glances. There is a knock at the door. Pipa enters carrying a lighted lamp which she places on the table. Pipa does not even salute Fra Pacifico, but fixes her eyes, swollen with crying, upon Count Nobili. "What is the matter?" asks the priest. "Riverenza, I do not know. Adamo and Angelo are out watching." "But, Pipa, it is very strange. A shot was fired.
Ten days after the departure of the marchesa, Fra Pacifico received the following letter: REVEREND AND ESTEEMED FATHER: I have put the matter of Enrica's marriage into the hands of the well-known advocate, Maestro Guglielmi, of Lucca. He at once left for Rome.
Fra Pacifico turned, and for the first time contemplated the lawyer attentively. As he did so, he noted with surprise the power of his eyes. "I earnestly desire some conversation with you," continued Guglielmi, the semblance of a smile flitting over his hard face. "Can we speak here securely?"
Five minutes after ringing the clanging bell at the monastery door and being inspected by a brother through the small iron grill, I found myself with Fra Pacifico in his scrupulously clean narrow cell, with its truckle bed and its praying stool set before the crucifix, but on hearing hurried footsteps in the stone corridor outside I rose, and my strange friend exclaimed in Italian: "No, Signor Hargreave!
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