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Updated: June 8, 2025
No effigy of stone ever looked colder, harder, greyer than this inert figure of man, uninjured apparently, for there were no visible marks of wounds or bruises upon his features, which appeared frozen into stiff rigidity, but a man as surely dead as death could make him! Morgana heard, as in a far-off dream, the Marchese Rivardi speaking
All these questions Rivardi discussed with Don Aloysius, who listened to him patiently without committing himself to any reply. Within forty-eight hours of Morgana's summons the famous specialist from Rome, Professor Marco Ardini, noted all over the world for his miraculous cures of those whom other physicians had given up as past curing, arrived.
If you do not let her have HER way, she will never let you have YOURS!" Rivardi gave a resigned gesture. "Oh, MINE! I must give up all hope she will never think of me more than as a workman who has carried out her design. There is something very strange about her she seems, at certain moments, to withdraw herself from all the interests of mere humanity.
"They must be brought up here!" she said, insistently "You must lift them! We have emergency ropes and pulleys it is easily done! Why do you hesitate?" "Because you demand the impossible!" said Rivardi "You send us to death to rescue the already dead!" She turned upon him with wrath in her eyes. "You refuse to obey me?" What a face confronted him!
I want you to talk to the Marchese Rivardi he's rather cross! He cannot bear me to have my own way! I suppose all men are like that! they want women to submit, not to command!" She laughed again.
"Poor Don Aloysius!" she said "He will now go to his soup maigre and we to our poulet, sauce bechamel, and he will be quite as contented as we are!" "More so, probably!" said Rivardi, as he courteously assisted Lady Kingswood, who was slightly lame, to rise from her chair "He is one of the few men who in life have found peace." Morgana gave him a keen glance. "You think he has really found it?"
She had seen it spread its great wings as by self-volition and soar out of the aerodrome with Morgana seated inside like an elfin queen in a fairy car she had seen the Marchese Giulio Rivardi "take the helm" with the assistant Gaspard, now no longer a prey to fear, beside him.
She inclined her head graceful, smiling. "Good-night, Senor!" Convention is still occasionally studied even in these unconventional days, and Morgana Royal, independent and wealthy young woman as she was, had subscribed to its rule and ordinance by engaging a chaperone, a "dear old English lady of title," as she had described her to the Marchese Rivardi.
"And because you are not alone." Morgana glanced at the prostrate and unconscious forms of Rivardi and Gaspard with a touch of pity. "My companions are half dead!" she said. "But not wholly!" was the prompt reply. "Is it that force you speak of the force which guards your city that has struck them down?" she asked. "Yes." "Then why was I not also struck down?" "Because you are what you are!"
"Well, then, help them now," said Rivardi "Give them the chance to learn your secret!" Morgana moved away from the column where she had leaned, and came more fully into the broad moonlight. "My dear Marchese Giulio!" she said, indulgently, "You really are a positive child in your very optimistic look-out on the world of to-day!
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