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Once in possession of this paper, I arranged that he should come to me one night, climb the garden-wall, and enter my chamber, where he might securely pluck the fruit destined for him alone. The night so longed for by me at last arrived " Up to this point Teodoro had listened with rapt attention, especially since she had heard the name of Adorno, but now she could contain herself no longer.
But I am glad I have met you here, for I should have missed you at the Palazzo." "Yes," said Bosio, "I am glad that we have met. Sit with me, now, while I drink a cup of chocolate. Then we will do whatever you wish." He sat down again. "I am glad you have come, Don Teodoro," he added thoughtfully. "I am very glad you have come."
She sent Elettra with the letter. It was raining again, and by good fortune Don Teodoro was at home, though it was still before noon. While the maid waited, he wrote his answer. His thanks were heartfelt on behalf of his parish, but shortly expressed. He said that in order to do what Veronica proposed so generously, at least two thousand francs would be necessary.
There was a reluctance in his voice which surprised Taquisara. "You do not seem convinced," said the latter. "I wish there were another priest here," replied Don Teodoro, thoughtfully, and his clear eyes looked away, avoiding the other's direct glance. "Why?" inquired the Sicilian, with increasing astonishment. "It is a painful office to perform for a friend."
"He is brother to a man who was our miller a scamp and a liar, unworthy of belief." "You will soon see what his interest in the matter was," continued the prefect. "The miller of whom your sister speaks I think his name was Teodoro was the tenant of a mill belonging to the colonel, standing on the very stream the ownership of which M. Barricini was disputing with your father.
I had a man locked up in the municipal prison the other day for forty-eight hours, because he was tipsy and swore at Don Teodoro in the street. Of course, it is nominally the syndic who does that sort of thing; but he belongs to me, like everything else here, and I do as I please, just as my grandfather did, when he really had power of life and death in Muro, including the privilege of torture.
It seemed to her that the people had a right to see Gianluca standing on his feet beside her, since her marriage was to mean so much to them. Don Teodoro came to her, soon after Taquisara had left him, to tell her that he must go to Naples without delay. She looked at him in astonishment at the proposal, and as she looked, she saw that his face was changed.
But the priest forgot his existence immediately and if not disturbed would probably have gone on reading till noon. "Don Teodoro!" said Taquisara, rousing him. "Pray excuse me " The old man looked up suddenly, with an exclamation of surprise. "Dear me!" he cried. "Are you there, Baron? I beg your pardon. I think I took you for some one else."
"It is what I told Bosio," answered Don Teodoro, shaking his head; "but he answered that they feared you, and that your death would be a safer way, because you might not be so kind. You might go to the cardinal and lay the case before him, and they would be lost." "I might. I probably should." Veronica paused.
So I had the tapestries cleaned and hung up, and the chairs dusted and the tables polished, and some lights got ready on this floor, and your bedroom is the last." "The one with the trap-door?" asked Veronica. "That is very amusing!" "I had the dark room below well cleaned, and the trap has been screwed down," said Don Teodoro. "I thought that there might be rats there.
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