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But though her face was towards me, she refused to meet my look and was silent. Silent, but not satisfied: she doubted still, and had perhaps caught something in my tone that strengthened her doubt. Old Nuflo understood the expression. "Look at me, Rima," he said, drawing himself up. "I am old, and he is young do I not know best? I have spoken and have decided it."
But now that anguish is over; the shadow has gone out of those beautiful eyes that are looking at me. It is because loving me, knowing now what love is, knowing, too, how much I love you, that you no longer need to speak to any other living being of such things? To tell it, to show it, to me is now enough is it not so, Rima? How strange it seemed, at first, when you shrank in fear from me!
Riolama!" she repeated so rapidly and in a tone so sharp that it tingled in the brain. "That is the place I am seeking! There was my mother found there are her people and mine! Therefore was I called Riolama that is my name!" "Rima!" I returned, astonished at her words. "No, no, no Riolama. When I was a child, and the priest baptized me, he named me Riolama the place where my mother was found.
In commenting on their failure, an Athenaeum critic has explained the pre-established fitness of the ottava rima the first six lines of which are a dance, and the concluding couplet a "breakdown" for the mock-heroic.
While speaking he waved the knife in a tragic manner over his head, but I made no movement; I was convinced that he had no intention of taking his own life that he was still acting. Rima, incapable of understanding such a thing, took it differently. "Oh, you are going to kill yourself." she cried. "Oh, wicked man, wait until you know what will happen to you after death.
Thus I talked to myself, mad with the thoughts of the joy that would soon be mine; and at intervals I stood still and made the forest echo with my calls. "Rima! Rima!"
The second piece, Filena, runs to four acts, and has lyrical songs introduced into the terza rima. It appears to be a sufficiently shameless and somewhat formless farce, which, being quite alien from the spirit of the regular pastoral, need not be examined in detail.
"But, senor, what can you expect from an ignorant girl like Rima? She knows nothing, or very little, and will not listen to reason. If she would only remain quietly indoors, with her hair braided, and pray and read her Catechism, instead of running about after flowers and birds and butterflies and such unsubstantial things, it would be better for both of us." "In what way, old man?"
"The thought that Rima might be near, and, unseen herself, look in upon us feeding with the dogs and, like dogs, on flesh, was one which greatly troubled my mind." He glanced at me in his usual quick, cunning way. "Ah, senor, you have that feeling too after so short a time with us!
I started up and began hurriedly walking homewards, thinking of Rima, and was consumed with impatience to see her; and as I drew near to the house, walking along a narrow path which I knew, I suddenly met her face to face.
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