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Updated: May 18, 2025
'I am determined to see him, she said in a low voice, biting her lip. And again she was off, a gleam of whiteness gliding down, down, through the cool green heart of the Sassetto, towards the Paglia. They emerged upon the fringe of the wood, where amid scrub and sapling trees stood the little sun-baked house.
Lucy with her young need of exercise had set off to walk down through the wood to the first bridge over the Paglia. Eleanor had been very weary all day, and for the first time irritable. It was almost with a secret relief that Lucy started, and Eleanor saw her depart. Mrs. Burgoyne was left stretched on her long canvas chair, in the green shade of the Sassetto.
Nay, if they could, they would willingly do me an injury. The flush had died out of the old cheeks. He stood bareheaded before them, the tonsure showing plainly amid his still thick white locks the delicate face and hair, like a study in ivory and silver, thrown out against the deep shadows of the Sassetto. 'Father, won't you sit down and tell me about it all? said Eleanor gently.
She turned into the Sassetto and pushed upwards through its tumbled rocks and trees to the seat commanding the river and the mountains. As she approached it, she was thinking of Eleanor and the future, and her eyes were absently bent on the ground. But a scent familiar and yet strange distracted her.
But soon she stopped, with a little cry, and they both stood looking in astonishment at the strange and lovely thing upon which they had stumbled unawares. 'I know! cried Lucy. 'The woman at the convent tried to tell me and I couldn't understand. She said we must see the "Sassetto" that it was a wonder and all the strangers thought so. And it is a wonder! And so cool!
But, at any rate, he looked back to it with deep feeling. He always did everything that he could for any English person and especially in these wilds. I have known him often take trouble that seemed to me extravagant or quixotic. But he always would. And when I saw you in the Sassetto that day, I knew exactly what he would have done.
'We shall expect you. Then she gave him her hand a shy yet kind look from her beautiful eyes, and went her way. She had forgiven him, and the priest walked on with a cheered mind. Meanwhile Lucy pushed her way into the fastnesses of the Sassetto.
Then he took up the poet, repeating stanza after stanza with a perfect naivete, in his rich young voice, without a trace of display; ending at last with a little sigh, and a sudden dropping of the eyes, like a child craving pardon. Eleanor was delighted with him, and the Contessa, who seemed more difficult to please, also smiled upon him. Teresa, the pious daughter, was with Lucy in the Sassetto.
The garden was now a desolation, save for a tangle of oleanders and myrtle in its midst. But the high walls were still intact, and an old wooden door on the side nearest to the forest. Beneath the garden was a triangular piece of open grass land sloping down towards the entrance of the Sassetto and bounded on one side by the road. Lucy wandered up and down, in a wild trance of feeling.
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