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"But" she raised her voice, screamed almost, as to one deaf "but the Duchessa di Santangiolo is the Signorino's landlady la, proprietaria di tutte queste terre, tutte queste case, tutte, tutte." And she twice, with some violence, reacted her comprehensive gesture, like a swimmer's. "You evade me by a vicious circle," Peter murmured.
And twice a week he gave her a music lesson. "She has a splendid organ!" he would say. "Vous croyez?" fluted Madame Petrucci with the vilest accent and the most aggravating smile imaginable. It was the one hobby of the signorino's that she regarded with disrespect. Goneril, too, was a little bored by the music lesson; but, on the other hand, the walks delighted her.
That, indeed, was one of the signorino's pleasures; he loved to take the young girl all over his gardens and vineyards, talking to her in the amiable, half-petting, half-mocking manner that he had adopted from the first; and twice a week he gave her a music lesson. "She has a splendid organ!" he would say.
She had particular reasons, she darkly enlightened him, for the request. So, with a paltry excuse, he jumped out of the carriage before it reached the gate, and stood looking after it, holding his hat the glossy tuba which Giovanna had with her elbow stroked and stroked the right way of the silk, when she laid out her signorino's outfit for the wedding.
"Vous croyez?" fluted Madame Petrucci, with the vilest accent and the most aggravating smile imaginable. It was the one hobby of the signorino's that she regarded with disrespect. Goneril too was a little bored by the music lesson, but, on the other hand, the walks delighted her. One day Goneril was out with her friend. "Are the peasants very much afraid of you, signore?" she asked.
You are giving me a chance which I should be glad of, except that it involves your suffering to show my affection for you, and my gratitude." "There, dear," said the Cardinal to her, "you see the Signorino makes nothing of that. Now the next thing. Go on." "I have to ask the Signorino's forgiveness for my impertinence," whispered Marietta. "Impertinence ?" faltered Peter.
I am the Signorino's servant; but instead of serving, I make trouble for him." She paused. The Cardinal smiled at Peter. Peter answered, "Marietta, if you talk like that, you will make the Signorino cry. You are the best servant that ever lived. You are putting me to no trouble at all.
She was evidently not of a "coming-on disposition"; she was good, and Jean was, unfortunately, still married to the other. It had been raining all day. The wind moaned in the trees and sighed in the chimney, and now and again the blazing logs on the hearth hissed as drops fell on them from above. "There is a good fire in the signorino's dressing-room, I hope.
"But is it not in the Signorino's lease?" she asked, with caution. "Of course it is," said he. "That's just the point. Who is she?" "But if it is in your lease!" she expostulated. "All the more reason why you should make no secret of it," he argued plausibly. "Come! Out with it! Who is my landlady?" Marietta exchanged a glance with heaven.
"What on earth are you going to do with him?" Beatrice gasped. The light of pride gave place to a light of resolution, in Marietta's eyes. "Kill him, Mightiness," was her grim response; "stuff him with almonds, raisins, rosemary, and onions; cook him sweet and sour; and serve him, garnished with rosettes of beet-root, for my Signorino's Sunday dinner."
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