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"I have guessed what it is: Rivarez is taken, of course?" he said, as he came into Gemma's room. "He was arrested last Thursday, at Brisighella. He defended himself desperately and wounded the captain of the squadron and a spy." "Armed resistance; that's bad!" "It makes no difference; he was too deeply compromised already for a pistol-shot more or less to affect his position much."
Now, I am placed in this dilemma. But it is to save a man's life." He paused a moment, and went on again: "Signor Rivarez, everything that I know of your career seems to me bad and mischievous; and I have long believed you to be reckless and violent and unscrupulous. To some extent I hold that opinion of you still.
With such a cunning fox as Rivarez one can't be too careful." "The last I heard about Rivarez was that he was too ill to move or speak. Is he recovering, then?" "He seems much better now, Your Eminence. He certainly has been very ill unless he was shamming all the time." "Have you any reason for supposing that likely?"
"If you will allow me, I will see you home," the Gadfly interposed; "I am going in that direction." "If you really are going that way " "I suppose you won't have time to drop in here in the course of the evening, will you, Rivarez?" asked Riccardo, as he opened the door for them. The Gadfly looked back over his shoulder, laughing. "I, my dear fellow? I'm going to see the variety show!"
"In my hands?" "Signor Rivarez, I have not come to you as cardinal, or as bishop, or as judge; I have come to you as one man to another. I do not ask you to tell me whether you know of any such scheme as the colonel apprehends. I understand quite well that, if you do, it is your secret and you will not tell it. But I do ask you to put yourself in my place.
Heaven knows we had nothing to be merry over, that week in Leghorn; it was enough to break one's heart to look at poor Lambertini; but there was no keeping one's countenance when Rivarez was in the room; it was one perpetual fire of absurdities. He had a nasty sabre-cut across the face, too; I remember sewing it up.
"I heard that you called to-day," he said, cutting short the Governor's polite speeches with a slightly imperious manner which he never adopted in speaking to the country folk. "It was probably on the business about which I have been wishing to speak to you." "It was about Rivarez, Your Eminence." "So I supposed. I have been thinking the matter over these last few days.
"I am sorry if Your Eminence is displeased. I did not wish to trouble you over a mere impertinence like that; I know Rivarez well enough by now to feel sure that he only wanted to insult you.
They showed him the description paper, and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. Then at night, when they were asleep, he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped, with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition " "Ah, here's the paper," Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez, called: The Gadfly.
Moreover, three separate letters containing bad news arrived during the day, and the wind was in the east, so that Martini felt out of sorts and out of temper; and when, at the group meeting, Dr. Riccardo asked, "Isn't Rivarez here?" he answered rather sulkily: "No; he seems to have got something more interesting on hand, and can't come, or doesn't want to."
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