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"The marriage by the sindaco is perfectly legal," I remarked. "It is a legal contract, but it is not a marriage that pleases me," he said, gravely. "But, caro mio, without offence, your bride is a Protestant, a Lutheran; not to mince matters, a heretic. They will make objections." "She is an angel," said Nino, with great conviction.
The sindaco although better off than many, painfully conscious of long arrears of unpaid rent waxing a little bolder at the sound of his own voice and his well-chosen phrases, continues: "I am glad to hear it, Signora Marchesa." The sindaco further observes, "That he hopes for the illustrious lady's indulgence and good-will." His smile has faded now; his voice trembles.
They examined the sketch-book critically, as behoved southerners who are mostly of an artistic bent: but they found no passport. Then I added, speaking distinctly, 'I can speak French and Latin. Have you a priest in Calestano, and does he know Latin? This was a fine touch. They winced, and parried it by saying that the Sindaco knew French.
"In this place?" I asked. "Are you serious?" "Perfectly. This is a town of some size, and there must be a mayor here who marries people when they take the fancy." "Diavolo! I suppose so," I assented. "A sindaco, there must be one, surely." "Very well, go and find him, good-for-nothing!" I exclaimed. "But I cannot go away and leave that door until she wakes," he objected.
And she chattered on, in a patois not always intelligible, even to Eleanor's trained ear, about the widowed Contessa, her daughter, and her son; about the new roads that Don Emilio had made through the woods; of the repairs and rebuilding at the Villa Guerrini all stopped since his death; of the Sindaco of Selvapendente, who often came up to Torre Amiata for the summer; of the nuns in the new convent just built there under the hill, and their fattore, whose son was with Don Emilio after he was wounded, when the poor young man implored his own men to shoot him and put him out of his pain who had stayed with him till he died, and had brought his watch and pocket-book back to the Contessa
Helena, which was right in the middle of Moscow, where it was so very cold that his nose had got to be as large as his head. The poor man was evidently mixing one night's tale with that of the next one, a tale probably heard from the old Sindaco, who is at the same time the schoolmaster, the notary, and the highest municipal authority in the place. I started in the ferry boat with them at last.
If his skin were not so yellow, he would be white all over, for the marchesa's looks are not encouraging. The sindaco dreads a summons to the High Court of Barga, where the provincial prisons are with which he may be soon better acquainted, he fears. In reply, the marchesa who perfectly understands all this in a general way scowls, and fixes her rigid eyes upon him.
"The people of Corellia would also offer their respectful homage to her," bravely adds Mr. Sindaco, tempting his fate. "The Lady Enrica is much esteemed here in the town." As he speaks the sindaco gazes in wonder at the muffled figure in the corner. Can this be she? Why does she not move forward and answer? and show her pretty face, and approve the people's greeting?
For if Don Gennaro went to the syndic and said, 'Signor Sindaco, Ruggiero of the Children of the King has threatened to kill me, then the syndic would send for the gendarmes and say, 'Take that Ruggiero of the Children of the King and put him in, as we say, and see that he does not run away, for he will do a hurt to somebody. And perhaps they would catch me and perhaps they would not.
Paul afterwards learned that instead of waiting until Saturday; his courier, full of self importance, started for that city the same day Paul left on his way to Turin. On arriving there he introduced himself to the Sindaco and newspaper men, by whom he was feted and ample opportunity was given him to indulge in his favorite dishes.
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