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Updated: May 16, 2025
He reminded her of one of Perugino's angels with a youthful beard. If angels had beards, she thought, without a smile, they would have beards like Gianluca della Spina's, very youthful, scanty, curling, and so fair as to be almost colourless.
Bosio had recovered his self-possession, which had been only momentarily shaken. For there had been no surprise he had known what to expect. "I only knew lately of the Spina's proposal," he said. "But shall I thank you, Veronica? Or do you understand without words? We have known each other so long, that perhaps you may." "I think I understand," she answered.
He has seen Veronica but a few times, and they have certainly never been alone together what can it really be, such love-passion as that? Veronica has made her choice." Not a muscle of Macomer's hard face moved. He knew that if his wife had a surprise for him on the spur of the moment, it must be for their joint interest. But the Duca della Spina's jaw dropped, and his hands shook.
"I do not know whether you will think it strange that I should come," he said, and his square face grew more square as he looked straight at Bosio. "I am Gianluca della Spina's best friend." "Ah! Yes I think I have heard so," answered Bosio, not startled, but considerably disturbed, as his gentle eyes met Taquisara's bold glance.
Behind her came two more carriages laden with luggage, and one of her own men on horseback closed the procession. By urging his stout beast up all the short cuts, he had accomplished the feat of keeping up with the vehicles. When they reached the castle gate, the Della Spina's two men-servants jumped down and got a sort of sedan chair from amongst the luggage, but Gianluca would not have it.
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