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The post brought me some English papers, and in one of them was a letter from Italy, with a lot of so-called 'fashionable intelligence. There, among various scandals in high life, and other delectable items, I read that the Countess Bianca Salvi, famous for some years as the presiding genius of the most agreeable seen in Florence, was about to bestow her hand upon Count Camerino, a distinguished Bolognese.
The matter was hushed up as much as possible for the sake of the Countess's good name, and so successfully that it was presently observed that, among the public, the other gentleman had the credit of having put his blade through M. de Salvi. This gentleman took a fancy not to contradict the impression, and it was allowed to subsist.
When they drew near each other Ibarra stopped and gazed at him from head to foot; Fray Salvi avoided the look and tried to appear unconcerned. After a moment of hesitation Ibarra went up to him quickly and dropping a heavy hand on his shoulder, asked in a husky voice, "What did you do with my father?"
P.S. I have played in Edinburgh; the nobility of the neighbourhood came to hear me; people say the thing went off well a little success and money. There were this year in Scotland Lind, Grisi, Alboni, Mario, Salvi everybody. From Chopin's letters may be gathered that he arrived once more in London at the end of October or beginning of November. Chopin to Dr. Lyschinski; London, November 3, 1848:
This declaration on the part of the old lieutenant and the tone of his voice produced great surprise among his hearers, who were apparently at a loss to know what to say. Padre Salvi stared in another direction, perhaps to avoid the gloomy look that the old soldier turned on him. Maria Clara let her flowers fall and remained motionless.
He did the same as the Alcalde had done, but this time more applause was heard, for the Government employees were assisted by the other friars and Captain Tiago. Father Salví seemed to be searching for some one to whom to hand the trowel. He looked with hesitation toward Maria Clara, but, changing his mind, he offered it to the Notary.
This statement by the old lieutenant and the tone of his voice produced a great surprise in the room. Those who heard it did not know what to say. Father Salví looked in another direction, perhaps so as not to meet the dark look which the old man directed toward him. Maria Clara dropped her flowers and sat motionless.
Those eyes had a vivid radiance, accentuated by their cavernous sockets, and, as if deep were calling unto deep, fixed themselves upon the profound, sunken eyes of the trembling Padre Salvi, who was staring unnaturally, as though he saw a ghost. "Sphinx," commanded Mr. Leeds, "tell the audience who you are."
But the furniture is in pale red." "Ah, they have changed it, then in twenty-seven years." "And there's a portrait of Madame de Salvi," continued my friend. I was silent a moment. "I should like to see that." He too was silent. Then he asked, "Why don't you go and see it? If you knew the mother so well, why don't you call upon the daughter?" "From what you tell me I am afraid."
Father Salví stepped back and looked instinctively at the feet of the alferez. "Whom are you talking about?" asked he, trembling. "Of whom could I be talking but that big blockhead who proposes to challenge me to a duel with revolvers at one hundred paces?" "Ah!" sighed the curate, and added: "I have come to speak about a most urgent matter which seriously concerns the life of all of us."
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