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Updated: May 15, 2025
Enrica was whiter than her bridal veil. She had suffered Pipa to array her as she pleased, without a word. Her hair was arranged in a coronet upon her head; a whole sheaf of golden curls hung down from it behind. There were the exquisite symmetry of form, the natural grace, the dreamy beauty all the soft harmony of color upon her oval face but the freshness of girlhood was gone.
Neither the cavaliere nor Pipa knew that Enrica had had a letter from Nobili. Pipa noticed a paper in her hand, but did not know what it was. The signorina had been struck down in a fit, was Pipa's explanation. It was very terrible, but God or the devil she could not tell which did send fits. They must be borne. An end would come. She had done all she could.
She handled the sheets then extended both her hands to Pipa, as if she had been buried and asked to be raised up again. She tried to sit up, but she fell back upon her pillow. Pipa's arms were round her in an instant. She put back the long hair that fell upon Enrica's face, and poured into her mouth a few drops of a cordial Fra Pacifico had left for her.
With the sound of her own voice all came back to Enrica in an instant. She closed her eyes, and longed never to open them again! "Gone! gone! forever!" sounded in her ears like a rushing of great waters. Then she lay for a long time quite still. She could not bear to speak to Pipa. His name Nobili's name was sacred. If Pipa knew what Nobili had done, she might speak ill of him.
Pipa was straightforward and simple in her notions of matrimony, but, like a wise woman, she had held her tongue. Nobili and Enrica are alone. A furtive glance passes between them. Neither of them moves. Neither of them speaks. The first movement comes from Enrica. She sinks backward upon a chair.
Adamo shouted back to Pipa out of the din his big stupid eyes looking down upon her face. "Up-stairs?" Pipa nodded. She could not speak, it was too horrible. "Santo Dio! I did not know it!" He struck upon his breast. "Assassin! I have killed her! Assassin! Beast! what have I done?" Again the air rang with Pipa's shrill cries.
As she did so, Pipa pressed her warm lips upon the colorless little hand. She would have covered the hand again to keep it warm, but Fra Pacifico stopped her. "We must see that letter; it is absolutely needful I her confessor, and you, cavaliere, Enrica's best friend; indeed, her only friend."
The colour of the big toad was a brownish-olive and white below; but the head was most extraordinary, as it had a snout almost pointed, the nostrils forming a kind of leathery tube. The creature was, I at once guessed, the Surinam toad Pipa Americana which I knew was found, not only in Surinam, but in other parts of this region.
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