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A little weary with the good but damp old Christians, we ordered our driver to continue across the marsh to the Pineta, whose dark fringe bounded all our horizon toward the Adriatic. It is the largest unbroken forest in Italy, and by all odds the most poetic in itself and its associations.
More likely the object of the Signor Marchese is only to show the lady the famous Pineta."
His old hands shook so that he could hardly hold the beads in his fingers, while his chattering teeth and trembling lips tried to formulate the words of a prayer. "Did you, or did you not hear that a dreadful murder was committed yesterday morning in the Pineta not far from this place?" said the Commissary, speaking for the first time, and in a less kindly manner than the old lawyer had used.
And it is really with an indescribable impatience you spend the night in Viareggio. Starting at dawn, still without a glimpse of Pisa, you enter the Pineta before the sun, that lovely, green, cool forest full of silver shadows, with every here and there a little farm for the pine cones, about which they are heaped in great banks.
He is ill now, doubtless; but I do not believe that he is suffering from fever and ague. He is suffering from the emotions of horror and terror. We know that he was in the Pineta much about the time at which the murder must have been committed, and very near the spot where it must have been committed. And he comes back in a state of terrible emotion and consternation.
It is now in the custody of the police," said the lawyer, with slow gravity. "The police!" cried the Marchese, shooting a momentary glance up into the lawyer's face. "Necessarily so; for, Signor Marchese, the unhappy the miserable truth is that a foul murder has been committed. The girl was murdered in the Pineta this morning." "Murdered! Gracious heaven! Murdered but why murdered?
Well, by ill chance, as the devil would have it, she sees her lover starting on a tete-a-tete expedition into the Pineta with this other girl just the woman of all others in the world, as I am given to understand, to be a dangerous rival, and to excite a deadly jealousy. This much we have in evidence. Further, we know that the girl Paolina was expected to return from her expedition to St.
The matter is, unhappily, but too clear. Why of course I imagine that you have by some means, which the medical people will find out fast enough, doubt it not, killed that unfortunate woman in the Pineta." "Signor Fortini!" exclaimed Ludovico, in a voice in which horror, indignation and dismay had equal shares. "Marchese, how can anybody have any doubt on the matter.
It seems that the girl herself took the opportunity of their drive together to tell him of the fact. Would to heaven that she had never done so," said Fortini, with a deep sigh. "But anybody must see that it is a thousand times more probable that she should have been killed by robbers vagabonds tramping through the country. The Pineta is always full of them.
The evidence as to propinquity to the place was less strong in his case than in that of either of the others; but it was supplemented by the unaccountable strangeness of his passing out of the Porta Nuova towards the Pineta at such an hour, and on that particular morning.
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