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Though I am only a girl, justice will move more quickly for me than it would for you, even if you could call it to help you. Now choose, and waste no time." While she had been speaking, Macomer had stared at her with an expression of genuine childish amusement. "Poor Pulcinella!" he exclaimed softly. "How your wife can talk, when she is angry! Poor fellow!"
How the public would shout! 'Certainly, you are in love, she continued; and added with a comic pathos, 'and I am the person you are in love with. You see, such a thing may be said when it is quite out of the question and, indeed, Pulcinella burst out laughing, and gave a leap into the air, and his melancholy was forgotten. "And yet she had only spoken the truth.
Turning toward the audience, he pointed to the rear of the orchestra, yelling wildly at the same time: "Look, look! Am I asleep or awake? Or do I really see Pinocchio there?" "Yes, yes! It is Pinocchio!" screamed Pulcinella. "It is! It is!" shrieked Signora Rosaura, peeking in from the side of the stage. "It is Pinocchio! It is Pinocchio!" yelled all the Marionettes, pouring out of the wings.
He felt himself alone in a ghostly world from which even the animals had vanished, and at last he averted his eyes from the dreadful scene and sat watching the abate, who had fixed a reading-lamp at his back, and whose hooked-nosed shadow, as the springs jolted him up and down, danced overhead like the huge Pulcinella at the fair of Pontesordo. The gleam of a lantern woke Odo.
Her voice was firm and clear, for the die was cast. When she had spoken, she turned from them both towards the fireplace, and hid her face in her hands. If he could act his madness out, she, at least, would still be free and alive. Veronica stood still a moment longer, looking back. "That is the other piece," said Macomer, thoughtfully. "Pulcinella does not go mad in this one.
Harlequin and Pulcinella were reciting on the stage and, as usual, they were threatening each other with sticks and blows. The theater was full of people, enjoying the spectacle and laughing till they cried at the antics of the two Marionettes. The play continued for a few minutes, and then suddenly, without any warning, Harlequin stopped talking.
If he had possessed a slender well-shaped figure, he might have been the first tragedian on any stage; the heroic, the great, filled his soul; and yet he had to become a Pulcinella. His very sorrow and melancholy did but increase the comic dryness of his sharply-cut features, and increased the laughter of the audience, who showered plaudits on their favourite.
Matilde was almost distracted. "You will be arrested at once," said Veronica, pitilessly. "Never mind, Pulcinella!" exclaimed Macomer. "Courage, my friend! You know you always get away from the policeman! Ha! ha! ha!" Matilde saw Veronica moving to go to the door. She straightened herself and pointed to her husband. "Yes," she said. "He did it and he is mad."
He whined and cried a little while to himself, and rubbed his arm where she had taken hold so roughly; but presently his tears dried again, and he leaned over the end of the couch on his elbow, and above her bowed, veiled head he crooked his fingers at each other, and made his hands nod and bob to each other, like little dolls, laughing gently, with a chuckle now and then, at the funny things he heard Pulcinella saying to his wife.
"The more I think of it," said Marzio after the pause, "the more I am beside myself. To think that you and I should be nailed to our stools here, weekdays and feast-days, to finish a piece of work for a scoundrelly priest " "A cardinal," suggested Gianbattista. "Well! What difference is there? He is a priest, I suppose a creature who dresses himself up like a pulcinella before his altar to "
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