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He goes about ejaculating "Mad, mad!" than which nothing could be more eloquent of his complete mental inversion. So Di Sorno jumps out of the carriage, "hurling the crowd apart," and, "flourishing his drawn sword," "clamoured at the gate of the Inquisition" for Margot. The Inquisition, represented by the fiery-eyed monk, "looked over the gate at him." No doubt it felt extremely uncomfortable.
They never let us see the romance we have robbed them of, but turn to and make the best of it and us with such sweet grace. Only now and then as in the instance of a flattened hat may a cry escape them. And even then But a truce to reality! Let us return to Di Sorno. This individual does not become enamoured of Gwendolen, as the crude novel reader might anticipate.
But she, at the sight of his head and legs, made several fragmentary and presumably offensive remarks about crushing some hat or other, and proceeded with needless violence to get him out of the box again. However, that is my own private trouble. We are concerned now with the merits of Euphemia's romance. So far as I ascertained, he is the entire house of Di Sorno referred to in the title.
Di Sorno tells her of his love on the evening of the bull-fight, and she cheerfully promises to "learn to love him," and therafter he spends all his days and nights "spurring his fiery steed down the road" that leads by the castle containing the young scholar. It becomes a habit with him in all, he does it seventeen times in three chapters. Then, "ere it is too late," he implores Margot to fly.
A certain Countess di Morno, who intends to marry Di Sorno, and who has been calling into the story in a casual kind of way since the romance began, now comes prominently forward. She has denounced Margot for heresy, and at a masked ball the Inquisition, disguised in a yellow domino, succeeds in separating the young couple, and in carrying off "the sweet Margot" to a convent.
The next chapter is headed "In Old Madrid," and Di Sorno, cloaked to conceal his grandeur, "moves sad and observant among the giddy throng." But "Gwendolen" the majestic Gwendolen of the balcony "marked his pallid yet beautiful countenance." And the next day at the bull-fight she "flung her bouquet into the arena, and turning to Di Sorno" a perfect stranger, mind you "smiled commandingly."
Gwendolen, after a fiery scene with Margot, in which she calls her a "petty minion," pretty language for a young gentlewoman, "sweeps with unutterable scorn from the room," never, to the reader's huge astonishment, to appear in the story again, and Margot flies with Di Sorno to Grenada, where the Inquisition, consisting apparently of a single monk with a "blazing eye," becomes extremely machinatory.
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