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Her thoughts paraphrased the saying of Madame Roland on Liberty "Oh, Science! what crimes are committed in thy name!" She was anxious to see and speak with Professor Ardini, but came upon the Marchese Rivardi instead, who met her at the door of the library and caught her by both hands. "What is all this?" he demanded, insistently "I MUST speak to you! You have been weeping! What is troubling you?"
I used to say 'I will have a flying palace myself! And now I have realised my dream." "That remains to be proved" said Rivardi "With all our work we may not have entirely carried out your plan." "If not, it will HAVE to be carried out" returned Morgana, tranquilly "There is no reason, moral or scientific, why it should NOT be carried out we have all the forces of Nature on our side."
"Let her go!" cried Morgana "Away to your place, pilot!" and she waved a commanding hand as Rivardi sprang to the steering gear "Hold her fast! ... Keep her steady! Straight towards the sun-rise!"
She rose at once from her knees, alert and ready for action her face was pale, her lips set, her eyes luminous. "I must not hesitate" she said "If I can save him I will!" She left the chapel and hurried home, where as soon as she reached her own private room she wrote to the Marchese Rivardi the following note, which was more than unpleasantly startling to him when he received it.
"I cannot forgive your putting yourself into danger," said Rivardi "You ran a great risk you must pardon me if I hold your life too valuable to be lightly lost." "It is good of you to think it valuable," and her wonderful blue eyes were suddenly shadowed with sadness "To me it is valueless." "My dear!" exclaimed Lady Kingswood "How can you say such a thing!"
Rivardi, letting himself go on the flood-tide of hope and ambition, pleased his mind with imaginary pictures of Morgana as his wife and as mother of his children, rehabilitating his fallen fortunes, restoring his once great house and building a fresh inheritance for its former renown.
Clear above the roaring torrent her voice rang like a silver trumpet as she called her instructions to the two men who, equally defying every peril, had ventured on this journey at her command, Rivardi and Gaspard. "Let her down very gently inch by inch!" she cried; "It must be here that we should seek!" In absolute silence they obeyed.
Giulio Rivardi, leaning out of one of the richly sculptured window arches of his half-ruined villa, looked at the sky with pleasurable anticipation of the morrow's intended voyage in the "White Eagle." "The weather will be perfect!" he thought "She will be pleased. And when she is pleased no woman can be more charming!
"I I think so!" she murmured "I ought to be!" The priest smiled and after a pause took the chair which the Marchese Rivardi offered him. The other guests in the loggia looked at him with interest, fascinated by his grave charm of manner. Morgana resumed her seat. "I ought to be happy" she said "And of course I am or I shall be!"
Its speed gradually slackened and its occupants, Morgana, the Marchese Rivardi and their expert mechanic, Gaspard, gazed down on the unfolding panorama below them with close and eager interest. There was nothing much to see. Every sign of humanity seemed blotted out. The red sky burning on the little stretch of sand was all.
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