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"It is from Paris," answered the abbe, unfolding the paper carelessly; and Denise would not have been human had she resisted the temptation to try and decipher it. "And ?" "And," continued the abbe, shrugging his shoulders, "I have nothing to add, mademoiselle. You must quit Perucca before the morning. The news is bad, I tell you frankly.
If you are going towards the Casa Perucca, you will perhaps allow me to accompany you". He led the way as he spoke, leading loosely by the bridle the horse which followed him, and nuzzled thoughtfully at his shoulder. The colonel was, it appeared, one whose gentle ways endeared him to animals.
We can point to a possession lasting over many years, which carries the more weight from the fact that the late count and his neighbour Monsieur Perucca were notoriously on bad terms. If the count had been able, he would no doubt have evicted from Perucca a neighbour so unsympathetic." "You seem," said de Vasselot, quickly, "to be prepared for my objection."
"It is one of those cases, mademoiselle," he said at length, "common enough in Corsica, where a verbal agreement has never been confirmed in writing. Men who have been friends, become enemies so easily in this country. I cannot tell you upon what terms Mattei Perucca lived in the Casa. No one can tell you that. All that we know is that we have no title-deeds and that monsieur has them.
His head was slightly inclined to one side, his eyes were contemplative. "It is a pity," he said, after a pause, "that Andrei did not have a better knowledge of the insular character. He need not have been in Olmeta churchyard now." "It is a pity," rapped out Perucca, with an emphatic stick on the wooden floor, "that Andrei was so gentle with them. He drove the cattle off the land.
And all was for the best in the best possible world! For Lory was a Frenchman, and into the French nature there has assuredly filtered some of the light of that sunny land. At more than one turn of the road he looked up towards Perucca. Once he saw a light in one of the windows of the old house.
I would sell for a mere song, if I could find a serious offer of that trifle; but nobody buys land in Corsica for the peasants recognize no title deeds and respect no rights of ownership. I had indeed an offer the other day, but it was undoubtedly a joke, and I treated it as such." "Denise also has had an offer to buy the Perucca property," said Mademoiselle Brun.
"But if they thought you were dead, what satisfaction could there be in living on here?" But the count only looked at his son in silence. He did not seem to follow the hasty argument. He had the placid air of a child or a very old man, who will not argue. "Besides, Mattei Perucca is dead." "So they say. So Jean tells me. I have not seen the abbe lately.
"Your newspapers are, no doubt, in the mail-bags," he said. "We had a good passage, and are a full ship. Of passengers I have two and ladies. One, by the way, is the heiress of Mattei Perucca over at Olmeta, whom you doubtless knew." The colonel turned, and looked towards the steamer with some interest. "Is that so?" he said reflectively. "Yes; a pinched old maid in a black dress.
A few minutes later Denise remembered the enclosure a letter in a thick white envelope, which was still lying on her desk. She opened it. "I think I have the pleasure of addressing the daughter of an old comrade-in-arms, and this must be my excuse for at once approaching my object. I hear by accident that you have inherited from the late Mattei Perucca his small property near Olmeta in Corsica.
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