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Updated: May 15, 2025
Her room is on fire. "I must save her! I must save her! I will think of Pipa and the children afterward." Each step Adamo takes upward, the heat grows fiercer, the smoke that pours down denser. Twice he had slipped and almost fallen, but he battles bravely with the heat and blinding smoke, and keeps his footing.
It broke the mid-day silence. Argo barked loudly. "Dio Gesù!" Pipa cried wildly out. "The signorina, she is dead! Help! help!" Many hours had passed. Enrica lay still unconscious upon her bed, her face framed in her golden hair, her blue eyes open, her limbs stiff, her body cold.
It is so pleasant to hear her clear voice caroling overhead like a bird from the open window, and to see her bright face looking out now and then, her gold ear-rings bobbing to and fro her black rippling hair, and her merry eyes blinded with dust and flue to swallow a breath of air. Adamo does not work, but Pipa does.
The room to which Angelo conducts Count Nobili is on the ground-floor, in the same wing as the chapel. It is reached by the same corridor, which traverses all that side of the house. Into this corridor many other doors open. Pipa had chosen it because it was the best room in the house.
But she must deliver her message. "Signore Conte" Pipa flings her words at Nobili as if each word were a stone, with which she would have hit him "Signore Conte, the marchesa has sent me. The marchesa bids me salute you. She desired me to bring in this light. I was to say supper is served in the great sala. She eats in her own room with the cavaliere, and hopes you will excuse her."
While Pipa sweeps and sings, Angelo and Gigi are roasting these very chestnuts on a heap of ashes under the window outside. Enrica sat near them a little apart on a low wall, that bordered the summit of the cliff. The zone of mighty mountains rose sharp and clear before her. It seemed to her as if she had only to stretch out her hand to touch them.
She had hurried out of her room into the sala with a headlong impulse to rush to her aunt. Now she dreaded what her aunt might have to say to her. The little strength she had suddenly left her. The warm blood that had mounted to her head chilled within her veins. For a few moments she leaned against Pipa, who watched her with anxious eyes.
Did you see the messenger arrive?" "No; I was cleaning in the upper story. He might have come and gone, and I not seen him." "I heard of no letter," put in the bewildered Trenta. "What letter? No one mentioned a letter." "Possibly," answered Fra Pacifico, in his quiet, impassible way, "but there was a letter." He turned again to interrogate Pipa.
"O Gesù!" cries Pipa in a loud voice, starting back, forgetting his injunction "is it not about the signorina?" "Hold your tongue, Pipa, or I will tell you nothing." Pipa's head is instantly close to the cavaliere's, her face all eagerness. "Yes, it is about the signorina the countess. She is gone!"
He got hold of Adamo, who was running round the house with a loaded gun, all the dogs after him. Take care of Adamo when he comes back to-night, Pipa. He is fastening up the dogs, and feeding them, and taking care of poor Argo, who is badly hurt. He is quite mad, Adamo. I never saw a man so wild. He would not come in. He said the marchesa had told him to shoot some one.
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