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Taquisara came to her a moment later, and both men turned to Veronica. Gianluca evidently did not wish to sit down by Veronica, whereas Taquisara, in order to oblige him to do so, took a chair on the other side of Bianca, and spoke to her at once. Gianluca seated himself upon a chair half-way between Bianca and Veronica.
But what I should do would involve a great and direct injury to many others to hundreds of other people." Taquisara looked at him harder than ever, understanding him less and less. "You seem to have a secret," he said at last, thoughtfully. "Yes," answered the priest, resting his elbow on the old table and shading his eyes with his hand, though there was no strong light to dazzle him.
"If you will pardon me, for a moment I was just " In an instant his nose almost touched the page again, and he did not complete the sentence, before he was lost in study once more. Taquisara sat down upon the only chair there was and waited a few moments, not realizing that he had not been recognized.
It did not strike her that there could be any truth in his accusation. Gianluca was old enough to take care of himself. Was Taquisara his nurse, his keeper, his doctor? Gianluca was not making love to her in his letters, nor was she, in hers, encouraging him to do so. She was angry at the thought that the Sicilian should know anything of their correspondence, as it seemed evident that he must.
Taquisara watched him keenly. "Because it would mean the sacrifice of my whole existence. I am human. I hesitate, as long as there is any other hope." "I do not understand. As for sacrificing your existence that must be an exaggeration." "Not at all. If it were only my own, I should not have hesitated, perhaps. I do not know.
Gianluca smiled, and his sunken eyes brightened. But he would not admit that he really had any hopes. "I wish I were as sanguine as you," he answered. "If you had my temperament, you would not be where you are, my dear friend," replied Taquisara, with a dry laugh. "I look at the world differently.
My life may not be worth much, but it is mine, and I would not let a man take it from me with his hands, nor a woman with her eyes without fighting for it, if I had the chance." "How can a man fight against a woman?" laughed Gianluca, for he was very happy. "You fight a man by facing him, and a woman by turning your back on her," said Taquisara.
His extreme languor in moving was, perhaps, what displeased her the most. When he had entered the room, she had been annoyed at his coming; but now she was rather sorry, than otherwise, that he was going away so soon. Possibly, as she had expected nothing, she was the more easily satisfied. Taquisara, too, had disappointed her.
It had been very much as Taquisara had described it to Gianluca himself a mere exchange of a few words, while the girl watched her aunt almost all the time with a sort of childish fear of doing something not quite right. Veronica could not be said to know any man to the extent of exchanging ideas with him, except her uncle and Bosio himself. And she liked Bosio very much.
And then, I would not leave him, if I could. He is more to me than I can ever tell you I would give my right hand for his life. Would you have me marry him, knowing that I can never love him? Is that what you would have me do?" Taquisara was silent for a moment, looking earnestly at her, and he bit his lip a little. "Yes," he said. "That is what you should do.
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