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She bent her head once, as though acknowledging his promise, and she went out quietly, closing the door behind her. Some minutes passed before Taquisara also left the room in the other direction. He wondered why she had said those last words, for he had seen again that desperate look in her face and did not understand it.
So she did not press him with questions, but let him do as he would; and he did not go to Naples then, but he went and found Taquisara within the hour, and told him what Veronica had said about her marriage.
It was because she had told him these things that he had watched Taquisara ever since, and he had seen that the man loved her silently. But he knew also, as well as any one could know it, that Gianluca would never stand upon his feet again.
But Veronica had no further reason for quarrelling with Taquisara; and because she liked him, she determined to avoid him as much as possible, lest at the very first point of difference in conversation there should be war between them about some insignificant matter perfectly indifferent to both. Her guests went to bed early.
Still she looked down, thinking, and Taquisara glanced at her occasionally, and respected her silence. "You do not know Bosio Macomer," she said, at last. "Or you know him little. If you chanced to be his friend, instead of Don Gianluca's, you could speak as eloquently for him." "I think not," answered Taquisara. And his lip curled a little, though she did not see the expression. "Why not?
He forced himself to eat, he did his best to sleep a certain number of hours, he made Taquisara carry him out into the air and back again at fixed times, in order that the extreme regularity of his life might help his recovery if possible. But all this was of no use. It had seemed inconceivable that he should grow more thin, and yet his face and throat and hands shrunk day by day.
She was so slight and graceful, and yet so quick and strong. As for Taquisara, he was glad when she drew back, took her mask from her face, and said that it was enough. "You ought to know that you can hardly ever disarm a left-handed person when you are engaged in carte," observed Gianluca, looking at Taquisara.
"And me and mine if I blast your life and hers," came back the unflinching answer. A deep silence fell upon them both. At last Gianluca spoke again, and his voice sank to another tone. "She loves you, too," he said. "Loves me?" cried Taquisara, his brows suddenly close bent. "Oh no! Unsay that, or no Gianluca how dare you even dream the right to say that of your wife?"
"The fact is," Taquisara concluded, "though I have not much faith in doctors, I really believe that he may die at any moment. You know what kind of man he is. Go and sit with him after luncheon to-day or before the sooner, the better. Do not frighten him do not tell him that I have spoken to you about his condition.
Yet if by any similar chance more difficult to imagine, of course, but conceivable for argument's sake the same mistake had occurred in a legal marriage by a syndic, that same unbelieving Italian would have felt in regard to it precisely what Taquisara and Don Teodoro felt, namely, that the union was well nigh indissoluble.
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