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She always pretends that he struck her in play, by accident, as he was showing her something about fencing. I was in the next room and the door was open it did not look like play. And she still thinks that he was the paragon of all virtues. He was a handsome devil something like you, but shorter, with a bad eye. I am glad I killed him." Spicca had looked steadily at Orsino while speaking.
"Well perhaps not," returned Valdarno, doubtfully. "At all events, you know that Spicca flew into a passion because poor Casalverde forgot to step in after he cried halt; and then Del Ferice ran Giovanni through the arm." "That was highly improper most reprehensible," said Astrardente, putting up his eyeglass to look at a pretty little sempstress who hurried past on her way to her work.
"I am very sorry, Madame, but there are many reasons which oblige me to disobey you." Maria Consuelo bit her lip and her eyes gleamed angrily. She glanced at Spicca as though hoping that he would go away with Orsino. But he did not move. It was more and more clear that he had a right to stay if he pleased. Orsino was already bowing before her.
The whole party followed old Saracinesca. Spicca had the foils in a green bag. The place suggested by the Prince seemed in every way adapted, and Del Ferice's seconds made no objection. There was absolutely no choice of position upon the ground, which was an open space about twenty yards square, hard and well rolled, preferable in every way to a grass lawn.
Her eyes were deeper, and their tawny colour seemed darker. Her hand was cold. She smiled faintly as she met Orsino, but said nothing and sat down at a distance from the windows. "I only heard last night that you were in Rome," he said. "And you came at once to see me. Thanks. How did you find it out?" "Spicca told me. I had asked him for news of you."
Santi thought it was the end, and burst into tears as he fell to his knees by the bed. Half an hour passed. Then Spicca raised his head, and made a gesture with his hand. "Do not be a fool, Santi, I am not dead yet," he said, with kindly impatience. "Get up and send for Don Orsino Saracinesca, if he is still in Rome."
If Spicca, as I suppose, was the unwilling cause of your great loss, he is much to be pitied. I am not sure that he does not deserve almost as much pity as you do." "How can you say that even if the rest were true?" "Think of what he must suffer. He is devotedly attached to you." "I know he is. You have told me that before, and I have given you the same answer.
The certificate of my birth as the daughter of Lucrezia Ferris, unmarried, by Count Spicca who acknowledged the child as his and the certificate of your marriage with Lucrezia Ferris, dated strangely enough a fortnight after my birth and further a document legitimizing me as the lawful daughter of you two. All these documents are from Monte Carlo. You will understand why I am in Nice.
"A thousand thanks, Signor Conte," he said. Santi was a strange man, from the heart of the Abruzzi. He pocketed the note, but that night, when he had undressed his master and was arranging the things on the dressing table, the ten francs found their way back into the black pocket-book. Spicca never counted, and never knew.
Maria Consuelo seemed surprised. "I have not been in Paris. Who gave you the address? What was it?" Orsino named the street and the number. "I once lived there a short time, two years ago. Who gave you the address? Not Count Spicca?" "No." Orsino hesitated to say more.
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