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Then, disengaging herself from her, she trod feebly across the floor. The sala was in darkness. Enrica stretched out her hands before her to feel for the door. When she had found it she stopped terrified. What was she about to hear? The deep voice of Fra Pacifico was audible from within. Enrica placed her hand upon the handle of the door then she withdrew it.
Manuel got up, surer than ever that Roberto was crazy on that point; they walked by El Angel Caido, reached the Meteorological Observatory and from there left for the hills that lie opposite the Pacifico and the Dona Carlota districts. "We can talk here," murmured Roberto. "If any one comes along, let me know." "Don't worry on that score," assured Manuel.
His strength and daring were acknowledged by all the mountain-folks from Corellia to Barga, hardy fellows, and judges of what a man can do. Moreover, Fra Pacifico was more than six feet high and who does not respect a man of such inches? In fair fight he had killed his man a brigand chief who prowled about the mountains toward Carrara. His band had fled and never returned.
The image of the Virgin on the altar was uncovered. The tall candles flickered, Enrica and Nobili knelt side by side the man who had ceased to love, and the woman who still loved, but who dared not confess her love! As Fra Pacifico proceeded, Count Nobili's face hardened. Was not the basilisk eye of the marchesa upon him? Her lawyer, too, taking notes of every look and gesture?
Guglielmi, greatly alarmed at what Fra Pacifico might reveal of their previous conversation, waited to hear no more; he hastily disappeared. Fra Pacifico watched the manner of his exit with silence, the quiet smile of conscious power still on his lips. When he turned and addressed Count Nobili, the smile had died out.
She handled the sheets then extended both her hands to Pipa, as if she had been buried and asked to be raised up again. She tried to sit up, but she fell back upon her pillow. Pipa's arms were round her in an instant. She put back the long hair that fell upon Enrica's face, and poured into her mouth a few drops of a cordial Fra Pacifico had left for her.
Fra Pacifico took both Enrica's hands in his, drew an arm-chair forward, and placed her in it. "Enrica, I have sent for you to ask you a question," the marchesa spoke. At the sound of her aunt's voice, Enrica shuddered visibly. Was it not, after all, the marchesa's fault that Nobili had left her? Why had the marchesa thrown her into Count Marescotti's company?
"Mario Nobili, wilt thou have this woman to be thy wedded wife?" sternly repeated Fra Pacifico, fixing his dark eyes upon him. "I will," answered Nobili. Whatever his feelings were, Nobili had mastered them. For an instant Nobili's eye met Enrica's. He turned hastily away. Enrica sighed. Whatever hopes had buoyed her up were gone. Nobili had turned away from her!
"Domine Dio orders the weather, not I," Adamo said in a grunt to Pipa when his mistress had specially upbraided him for not watering the lemon-trees ranged along the terraces. "Am I expected to give holy oil to the plants as Fra Pacifico does to the sick? Chè! chè! what will be will be!"
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.
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