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But the Peruccas are in danger of falling into dissension and disorder, for they have no head. You are the head, mademoiselle. And the work they expect of you is not work for such hands as yours." And again Colonel Gilbert looked at Denise slowly and thoughtfully. She did not perceive the glance, for she was standing with her head half turned towards the trees.
"There is no longer a Chateau de Vasselot it is gone burnt to the ground, mon brave monsieur." "Who burnt it?" asked de Vasselot. "Who knows?" replied the man. "The Peruccas, no doubt. They have a woman to lead them now!" The man finished with a short laugh, which was unpleasant to the ear.
"Why?" echoed the count, in his calm and suppressed way. "Why? Because I am a Corsican, and am not to be frightened into leaving the country by a parcel of Peruccas. They are no better than the Luccans you see working in the road, and the miserable Pisans who come in the winter to build the terraces. They are no Corsicans, but come from Pisa."
They disappeared bag and baggage went to Paris, I understand; and they say the count died there, or was perhaps killed by the Peruccas, who grew strong under Mattei, so that in a few years it would have been impossible for a de Vasselot to show his face in this country. Then Mattei Perucca died, and was hardly in his grave before this man came.
He drove their cattle from the fields because they were Perucca's fields, and he was paid to watch his master's interests. But Perucca they dare not touch, because his clan is large, and would hunt the murderer down. If he was caught, the Peruccas would make sure of the jury ay! And of the judge at Bastia but Pietro is not of Corsica; he has no friends and no clan, so justice is not for him."
He was beginning to realize now that it was all real and not a dream, that this was the Chateau de Vasselot, and this was his father this little, vague, quiet man, who seemed to exist and speak as if he were only half alive. "He may be," was the answer; "but that will make no difference, since for one adherent that we have the Peruccas have twenty.
The hospitality of Casabianda outlasted the sun. He had the virtues of his primitive race, and that appreciation of a guest which urges the entertainer to give not only the best that he has, but the best that he can borrow or steal. "There is no breeze," said this Porto Vecchian, jovially; "it will come with the night. In waiting, this is wine of Balagna." And he drank perdition to the Peruccas.
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