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La Bianca dead!" cried Paolina, much shocked; and with every vestige of the half-formed suspicions which had been tormenting her suddenly erased from her mind by the terrible tidings and the sadness of the end of the unfortunate Diva. "Dead, my Paolina; and I am suspected of having murdered her," he said slowly, and with an accent of profound despair. "What what! You suspected! By whom?
"Take your time, padre mio," said the lawyer gently, making a gesture with his raised band, at the same time, to repress the less patient eagerness of the Commissary of Police; "we do not want to hurry you. Tell us what it was that you saw." The Case against Paolina
When you uncovered the face of the woman lying dead yonder you exclaimed, `Paolina! What was the thought that led you to do so? You could not have mistaken the identity? Of course, you know that I question you only in your own interest?" "Did I say `Paolina? replied the Marchese, with an apparent effort at recollecting himself. "You did.
And as the hours crept on, and no Paolina came, her uneasiness increased till she felt it impossible to sit quietly at home waiting for her any longer. She must go out, and do what? The poor old woman did not in the least know what to do; or of whom to make any inquiry. The only person with whom the two Venetian strangers had become at all intimate in Ravenna was the Marchese Ludovico.
It is the sentiment of a people, who, "aristocratic" as they may be, do really feel that that which is best and purest in the highest lady of the land may be, and should be, also the heritage of lowliest. But such is not practically the feeling in those social latitudes where Paolina was born and bred.
But now it seems to me, and I have thought so much, oh, so much of it, that somehow you look less to the whole, of everything, how can I say what I mean? less to all our lives, and all our selves, in your love, than I do." "What can you mean, Paolina? A different way of loving! I know but of one way!" said Ludovico with a somewhat banal flourish.
It seems like a new horrible thing shown to me, which I never saw or thought of before! When it comes close to me I shudder at the thought ." "At what thought, Paolina? At the thought of my being married to the Contessa Violante?" asked Ludovico, looking steadfastly into her eyes. She bore his gaze without withdrawing her sad, still eyes for awhile, thinking deeply before she answered.
It was now within ten days or so of the end of Carnival; and, while almost everybody else was amusing themselves in some way or other, Paolina stuck close to her work in the chapel, intent on her silent and solitary task, while, from time to time, the voices of revellers in the streets would reach her in her seclusion. But all her hours of work there had not passed in utter solitude.
As it was, however, having more than half-an-hour's start of it, she reached the church before they came within sight of it. Little Paolina had felt rather nervous when first stepping into the cool fresh morning air from the door of the lodging she occupied. But the street was utterly empty, and she took courage. The first human beings she saw on her way were the octroi officers at the gate.
So managing to speak to the attendant, when he was at a far part of the gallery, he learned from him that the girl's name was Paolina Foscarelli; that the old woman was, the officer believed, her aunt; that her name was Orsola Steno; and that they lived together at No. 8 in the Campo San Donato.
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