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Updated: June 29, 2025
The marchesa empowers me to say that she constitutes Enrica her sole heiress, not only of the great Guinigi name, but of the remaining Guinigi palace, with the portrait of our Castruccio, the heirlooms, the castle of Corellia, and lands of " "Stop, stop, my dear Trenta!" cries the count, holding up both his hands in remonstrance; "you overwhelm me. I require no such inducements; they horrify me.
"Such, Signorina Enrica," said the count, turning toward her, "is a brief outline of the scene that passed within this city of Lucca, before that tomb held the illustrious dust it now contains." "Bravo, bravo, count!" exclaimed the mercurial Trenta, in a delighted tone. Now you do yourself justice. Gesù mio! how seldom it is given to a man to be so eloquent!
He bent down his head and kissed her hand, then smiled at Enrica. "What have I done?" "Done? You know you never came last night at all. I missed my game of whist. I do not sleep well without it." "But, marchesa," pleaded Trenta, in the gentlest voice, "I am desolated, as you can conceive desolated; but what could I do?
The Cavaliere Trenta, his round face beaming with smiles, is seated in an arm-chair at the top of the largest ballroom. He keeps time with his foot. Now and then he raps loudly with his stick on the floor and calls out the changes of the figures. Baldassare and Luisa Bernardini lead with the grace and precision of practised dancers. "Brava! brava! a thousand times!
The count, who is still leaning back in his chair in an attitude of polite attention, starts violently, sits straight upright, and fixes his eyes upon Trenta. "What do you mean, cavaliere? After a life devoted to my country, you cannot imagine I should change? The very idea is offensive to me." "No, no, my dear count, you misapprehend me," rejoins Trenta, soothingly.
Trenta, sitting there, his hands crossed upon his knees, his eyes fixed upon Enrica, looked suddenly aged. How all this had come about he could not even guess. He had heard Pipa's screams, and so had the marchesa, and he had come, and he and Pipa together had raised her up and placed her on her bed; and the marchesa had charged him to watch her, and let her know when she came to her senses.
Baldassare laughed out loud from the corner. It gratified his wounded vanity to see his elder ridiculous. Marescotti, greatly alarmed, started forward and offered his arm, in order to lead the cavaliere back to his seat, but Trenta indignantly refused his assistance. The marchesa shook her head. "Calm yourself," she said, looking at him compassionately.
But they had hardly left the square before a great disturbance broke out. A man named Giorgio Pellegrino came out of his house with a gun and crossed the square, shouting, "To your arms!" He knew that Captain Trenta Capelli commanding the Cosenza garrison was just then in Pizzo, and he was going to warn him. The cry "To arms!" had more effect on the crowd than the cry "Long live Joachim!"
There is some mistake obviously some mistake." "No mistake about the wretch having forsaken her," interrupted Trenta, firing up at what he considered Fra Pacifico's ill-placed leniency. "Domine Dio! No mistake about that." "Yes, but there must be," insisted the other. "I have known Nobili from a boy. He is incapable of such villainy. I tell you, cavaliere, Nobili is utterly incapable of it.
Count Marescotti is not the man I should have selected for raising up heirs to the Guinigi. Now don't irritate me," she continued, with a disdainful glance at the cavaliere. "Have done with this folly. Do you hear?" "Enrica, Enrica!" groaned Trenta, who, always accustomed to obey her, began wiping his eyes they would, however, keep overflowing "O marchesa! how can I tell you?"
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