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Calvete complied, and Teodoro threw the cloak over his shoulders, asking him in Don Rafael's presence to what part of the country he belonged, whence he was coming, and whither he was going. The youth replied that he was from Andalusia, and he named as his birthplace a town which was but two leagues distant from that of the brother and sister.
They traveled at an angle, the pace set by Teodoro who led a pack mule. Somewhere out there in the dark the Pima Scout was prowling. But he had had his orders: no contact with the three travelers unless there was fear of attack. And both Anse and Drew were alert, knowing that the farther one went from the Stronghold the less one relaxed guard. "Kinda nippy, ain’t it?" Anse said.
Don Teodoro had a key and stood on the upper step, holding it in his hand and blinking in the warm sunshine. "You know this house," he said. "You have been to see me here once or twice. If you want me, you can always send for me in the afternoon, for I only go out in the morning. But I will come and see you. When? To-morrow, before noon?" "Yes," Bosio answered.
Why were they here together, in this heat, away from all their friends? One day Eleanor was sitting with the Contessa on a loggia in the Palazzo, looking north-west towards Radicofani. It was a cool and rather cloudy evening, after a day of gasping heat. The majordomo suddenly announced; 'His reverence, Don Teodoro.
The professor seemed much impressed by what Taquisara had said. Taquisara went immediately to find Don Teodoro, who was generally at home at that hour, in his little house just opposite the castle gate. He found him with his silver spectacles pushed up to the top of his head, his long nose buried in a musty volume, a cup of untasted coffee at his elbow, absorbed in study.
Of course, it was absurd, for she had received the money when she had insisted upon having it, and if Elettra's room was damp, that quite explained her presence. Besides, Elettra could not be supposed to know what Don Teodoro had said to Veronica. And then, there was the rest of the story, all that connected Bosio and Matilde. She absolutely refused to think of believing that.
Under these circumstances it is not surprising that Taquisara, strong, loyal, and simple as he was, should honestly believe with all his heart that he had been married to Veronica; nor that Don Teodoro himself should look upon what he had unwittingly done as being something which he alone had no power to undo, if, in all conscience and truth, it had been done at all.
A part of the olive land was hers; and as she drove along, the midday breeze blew some of the tiny, star-like olive blossoms into her lap. She took one in her fingers and looked at it closely and could just smell its very faint, aromatic odour. "It is the first greeting from what is yours," said Don Teodoro, with a smile.
To go on, he had to pass near her, and she kept her eyes on his face as he approached her. "How is he?" she asked in a voice hardly recognizable as her own. She had an agonized look, and she raised her handkerchief to her mouth quickly, and held it, almost biting it, while he answered her. "He says that he feels better. Don Teodoro is there. He has just come. Is there anything that I can do?"
"There is nothing which I have not understood. But I can say nothing, my poor friend! Pray pray for forgiveness. God will forgive you, for you have done evil only to yourself, and never anything but good to others." Don Teodoro in a hardly audible voice repeated the second half of the 'Confiteor' and remained on his knees a little while longer.
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