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Updated: June 16, 2025
"Well, it seems that the Casa Perucca and the Chateau de Vasselot are not on visiting terms. We only call on each other with a gun." "It is odd that you should have asked me that," said Lory, "for it is not peace, but war." And as he looked at her, her face hardened, her steady eyes wavered for once. "Ah!" she said, her hands dropping sharply against her dingy black dress in a gesture of despair.
He was kind and affable, and had a hundred little scraps of gossip such as exiles love. He made no mention of his offer to buy Perucca, remembered only the fact that he was a gentleman accepting frankly a lady's frank hospitality, and if the conversation turned to local matters, he gracefully guided it elsewhere. Immediately after luncheon he rose from the table, refusing even to wait for coffee.
"And the letter?" she inquired. He showed her a sealed envelope addressed by himself to Denise at Perucca. She took it up and turned it over slowly. It was stamped and ready for the post. She then threw it down with a short laugh. "I was thinking," she explained, "of the difference between men and women. A woman would have filled a cup with boiling water and laid that letter upon it.
He did not seem to conceive it possible that there should be any temptation to do so. "I do not quite understand Colonel Gilbert," continued Lory. "He has also offered to buy Perucca; but there I think he has to deal with a clever woman." "C'est ce qu'on ne dit pas qui explique ce qu'on dit."
"Nothing in the world, mademoiselle, is beyond your grasp, except" he paused, and looked round him "except a spade, perhaps, and that is what this garden wants." They were very grave about it, and sat down on a rough seat built by Mattei Perucca, who had come there in the hot weather. "Then what is to be done?" said Denise, simply.
The wall defining the peninsula is ten feet high, and is built actually on the roadside, so that the Casa Perucca, with its great wooden gate, turns a very cold shoulder upon its poor neighbours. It is, as a matter of fact, the best house north of Calvi, and the site of it one of the oldest.
There was that between him and Mattei Perucca, which neither you nor I, monsieur, have any business to investigate. There are the title-deeds. You have a certain right to look at them. You are therefore at liberty to satisfy yourself that you cannot buy the Perucca estate from Mademoiselle Lange, because it does not belong to Mademoiselle Lange, and never has belonged to her!
No honest man has set his foot across the threshold since the de Vasselots left it thirty years ago only Jean is there, who has the evil eye. But there are plenty of Perucca's people up at Olmeta who would risk Jean's eye, and break down the doors of the chateau at a word from the Casa Perucca. But the girl there who is the head of the clan will not say the word.
"There are not many buyers of land in Corsica," he explained, half indifferently, "and there are plenty of other plots which would serve my purpose. However, I will not buy elsewhere until you and Mademoiselle Lange have had an opportunity of seeing Perucca that is certain. No; it is only friendly to keep my offer open."
And indeed, as he stood there, with his square shoulders, his erect bearing and fiery, dark eyes, Mattei Perucca seemed worthy of the name of his untamed ancestors, and was not a man to be trifled with. "Eh what?" he asked of the servant who had approached timorously, bearing a letter on a tray. "For me? Something about Andrei, from those fools of gendarmes, no doubt."
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