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Updated: May 14, 2025
Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma, she sprang up and came towards him, with a voluble flood of painfully incorrect French. "M. Rivarez, I have been looking for you everywhere! Count Saltykov wants to know whether you can go to his villa to-morrow night. There will be dancing." "I am sorry I can't go; but then I couldn't dance if I did.
It was quite enough, as he remarked to his wounded nephew, to have this Most Eminent son of Balaam's ass laying down the law, without running any risk of the soldiers plotting with Rivarez and his friends to effect an escape on the way.
"Well then, stick to your surgery, if that's your subject, and l-l-leave me to th-theology that's mine. I d-d-don't interfere with your treatment of broken bones, though I know a p-p-precious lot more about them than you do." He sat down to his volume of sermons with an intent and preoccupied face. One of the librarians came up to him. "Signor Rivarez!
Well, gentlemen, what do you think of the proposal? Rivarez seems to be pretty well known to several of the company. Shall we suggest to him that we should be glad of his help here or not?" "I think," said Fabrizi, "that he might be sounded upon the subject, just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan."
"But how did he come to be lying across the path? Did he fall from the rampart and hurt himself?" "That is what I thought at first. Your Eminence; but the prison surgeon can't find any trace of a fall. The soldier who was on duty yesterday says that Rivarez looked very ill last night when he brought in the supper, and did not eat anything.
Rivarez has a very disagreeable style, and as a human being he is not attractive; but when he says that we have made ourselves drunk with processions and embracing and shouting about love and reconciliation, and that the Jesuits and Sanfedists are the people who will profit by it all, he's right a thousand times. I wish I could have been at the committee yesterday.
A little stream of blood was trickling down the captain's uniform; but he steadied himself with a violent effort, and, clutching at his horse's mane, cried out fiercely: "Kill that lame devil if you can't take him alive! It's Rivarez!" "Another pistol, quick!" the Gadfly called to his men; "and go!" He flung down his cap.
Rivarez is cunning enough for anything." "My giving him a dose would hardly help him to drug the sentinel," replied the doctor, unable to suppress a smile. "And as for shamming there's not much fear of that. He is as likely as not to die." "Anyway, I won't have it given. If a man wants to be tenderly treated, he should behave accordingly. He has thoroughly deserved a little sharp discipline.
They are good fellows, though they are a bit rough. As for me, the rope is round my neck, and when I cross the frontier I pull the noose." "Rivarez, what do you mean? Of course it's dangerous, and particularly so for you; I understand that; but you have often crossed the frontier before and always been successful." "Yes, and this time I shall fail." "But why? How can you know?"
"Have pity on a poor blind man, in the name of the Blessed Virgin Get out of this place at once; there's a flying squadron coming along Most Holy Queen of Heaven, Maiden undefiled It's you they're after, Rivarez; they'll be here in two minutes And so may the saints reward you You'll have to make a dash for it; there are spies at all the corners.
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