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Before the count could answer, Pipa was gone. "My son," said Fra Pacifico, standing beside him in the dimly-lighted room, "you have now had time to reflect. Do you accept the separation offered to you by your wife?" "I do, my father." "Then she will enter a convent." Nobili sighed heavily. "You have broken her heart." There was a depth of unexpressed reproach in the priest's look.
Enrica continually catches sight of her staring at her with open mouth and curious eyes, her head a little on one side the better to observe her. "Sweet innocent! she knows nothing that is coming on her," Pipa is thinking; and then Pipa winks, and laughs outright laughs to the empty walls, which echo the laugh back with a hollow sound.
From the high ceiling, painted in gay frescoes, hangs a large chandelier; the bed is covered with red damask curtains. Such furniture as was available had been carried thither by Pipa and Adamo. One large window, reaching to the ground, looks westward over the low wall. The sun is setting. The mighty range of mountains are laced with gold; light, fleecy cloudlets float across the sky.
She tried to listen to the prattle of the two children to Pipa singing above: "Come out! come out! Never despair! Father and mother and sweetheart, All will be there!" Enrica could not listen. It was the dark abyss below that drew her toward its silent bosom. She hung over the wall, her eyes measuring its depths. What ailed her?
Pipa watched the marchesa speechless watched her as birth and death are only watched! The marchesa's eyes had quivered; now they slowly unclose. Pipa, who, next to the Virgin and the saints, worshiped her mistress laughed wildly sobbed then laughed again kissed her hand, her forehead then pressed her in her arms.
He espoused Pipa, the daughter of a king of the Marcomanni, a Suevic tribe, which was often confounded with the Alemanni in their wars and conquests. To the father, as the price of his alliance, he granted an ample settlement in Pannonia.
He was very empty, too; it was just the time that Pipa fed him. His stomach craved for food. He craved for Pipa, too, for home, for the soft pressure of Pipa's ample bosom, where he lay so snug. Gigi looked round. He did not sob now, but set up a hideous roar, the big tears coursing down his fat cheeks, marking their course by furrows in the dirt and grime. The wood echoed to Gigi's roars.
The marchesa was brought down by Adamo. Your name was the first word she uttered." Enrica's blue eyes glistened. In an instant she had disengaged herself from Pipa, and was kneeling at the marchesa's feet. "Dear aunt, forgive me. Now that I am saved, forgive me! You must forgive me, and forgive him, too!" These last words came faint and low. The marchesa put her finger on her lip.
"You were all but dead this morning, and now you run like little Gigi when I call to him." "I can walk very well, Pipa." Enrica opened the door with feverish haste. "I must not keep my aunt waiting." "Let me put a shawl round you," insisted kind Pipa. "The evening is fresh." She wrapped a large white shawl about her, that made Enrica look paler and more ghost-like than before.
How you did frighten me! I cannot bear to hear footsteps about when Adamo is out;" and Pipa gazes up and down into the darkness with an unpleasant consciousness that something ghostly might be watching her. "Pipa," says the cavaliere, putting his finger to his nose and winking palpably, "hold your tongue, and don't scream when I tell you something. Promise me."
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