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But even as the possible Lord Redin, her father's existence did not interest the Romans at all.
"It is an extraordinary concatenation of events. I look upon the whole thing as very curious, especially since you have given me the key to it all." Francesca was moved to anger, taking the defence of the dead Gloria, as almost any woman would have done. At the moment Paul Griggs repelled her even more than Lord Redin. It seemed to her that there was something dastardly in his indifference.
She felt that she shrank from him, that she never wished to touch his hand again. Doubtless, in time, she might get over the first impression. She wished that he would leave her to think about it. "Can you ever be my friend now?" he asked gravely. "Your friend " she stopped, and shook her head sadly. "I I am afraid " she could not go on. Lord Redin rose slowly to his feet. "No.
Lord Redin went steadily onward, evidently familiar with every turn of the way, down to the Tiber, across the Bridge of Quattro Capi, and over the island of Saint Bartholomew to Trastevere, turning then to the right through the straight Lungaretta, past Santa Maria and under the heights of San Pietro in Montorio, and so to the Lungara and by Santo Spirito to the Piazza of Saint Peter's.
Even in an interview it would not be easy to persuade him of the truth which Griggs had discovered more by intuition and through his profound knowledge of the Roman character than by any chain of evidence. Lord Redin had gone out, he was told.
"You have taken a walk, Signore," he observed, puffing away at the willow stem and watching the match. "You walk fast, Stefanone," answered Griggs. "You can walk as fast as Lord Redin." Stefanone did not show the least surprise. He pressed down the burning tobacco with one horny finger, and carefully laid the last glowing bit of the burnt-out wooden match upon it.
"The psalms will last some time longer." "I would rather sit here and talk, since I have had the good luck to meet you," answered Lord Redin, resting his elbows on his knees, and idly poking the green carpet with the end of his stick. "I went to your house, and they told me that you would very probably be here." "Yes. I often come. But you know that, for we have met here before.
He trembled a little, and as he looked upward, two dreadful tears the tears of the strong that are as blood welled from his eyes and trickled down upon his cheeks. "Maria Addolorata!" he whispered. FRANCESCA had half risen from her seat when she had seen that Lord Redin did not hear her voice, calling to him.
She sang like her, too at the last minute Nanna thought she saw poor sister Maria Addolorata standing up dead and singing. It was rather strange." Lord Redin said nothing. He had bowed his head so that Francesca could not see his face, but she saw that his hands were trembling violently.
You are the only very good woman I ever knew, who made me feel that she was good instead of making me see it. Perhaps you think it unnatural that I should be attracted by goodness at all. But I am not very bad, as men go." "No. I do not believe you are. And I am not so good as you think." She sighed softly. "You are much better than I once thought," answered Lord Redin.
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