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The boudoir was approached by three doors, one from the peristylium, one from Valeria's private sleeping chamber, one from the servants' quarters. Pisander went out through the first, and going through other rooms to the third, took his station by that entrance.
It did not convince her, but Valeria's words were incessantly repeating themselves in her mind; working as a ferment among her thoughts. The letters from Miss Du Prel and the Professor were to her, a source of great pleasure and of great pain.
They murmured together for five minutes. Kent seemed to meet with some opposition from Fleetwood an aftermath of Valeria's objections to flight and became brutally direct. "Go ahead do as you please," he said roughly. "But you know that bunch. You'll have to show up, and you'll have to set 'em up, and aw, thunder! By morning you'll be plumb laid out.
Finally, in sheer despair, to keep from starving, he accepted the position as Valeria's "house-philosopher." His condition was infinitely unsatisfactory for a variety of reasons. The good lady wished him to be at her elbow, ready to read from the philosophers or have on hand a talk on ethics or metaphysics to deliver extempore.
Toward the end of the fourth year a great, and this time a genuine grief, visited them: Valeria's mother died, after an illness of a few days. Valeria shed many tears; for a long time she could not reconcile herself to her loss. But another year passed; life once more asserted its rights and flowed on in its former channel.
As he looked upon Valeria's sunken face, and listened to her faint voice, Fabio approved of her plan; the worthy Father Lorenzo might give her valuable advice, and might disperse her doubts.... Under the escort of four attendants, Valeria set off to the monastery, while Fabio remained at home, and wandered about the garden till his wife's return, trying to comprehend what had happened to her, and a victim to constant fear and wrath, and the pain of undefined suspicions.... More than once he went up to the pavilion; but Muzzio had not returned, and the Malay gazed at Fabio like a statue, obsequiously bowing his head, with a well-dissembled so at least it seemed to Fabio smile on his bronzed face.
Getting carefully up, I perceived a faint light gleaming through the aperture, and then saw that a hand was protruded through it, apparently waving the rag. As I felt instinctively that the hand was Valeria's, I seized the finger-tips, which was all I could get hold of, and pressed them to my lips. They were quickly drawn away, and then the whisper reached my ears "Are you hungry?" "Yes."
Fabio sat down by the bed, took Valeria's hand, and after a brief pause, he asked her, "What was that remarkable dream which had frightened her during the past night? And had it been in the nature of that dream which Muzio had related?" Valeria blushed and said hastily "Oh, no! no! I saw ... some sort of a monster, which tried to rend me." "A monster? In the form of a man?" inquired Fabio.
As he gazed at Valeria's sunken visage, as he listened to her faint voice, Fabio himself approved of her plan: venerable Father Lorenzo might be able to give her useful advice, disperse her doubts.... Under the protection of four escorts, Valeria set out for the monastery, but Fabio remained at home; and while awaiting the return of his wife, he roamed about the garden, trying to understand what had happened to her, and feeling the unremitting terror and wrath and pain of indefinite suspicions.... More than once he entered the pavilion; but Muzio had not returned, and the Malay stared at Fabio like a statue, with an obsequious inclination of his head, and a far-away grin at least, so it seemed to Fabio a far-away grin on his bronze countenance.
Fleetwood turned to the girl, and his manner was masterful. "I'm going out with Kent oh, Val, this is Mr. Burnett. Kent, Miss Peyson. I forgot you two aren't acquainted." From Valeria's manner, they were in no danger of becoming friends. Her acknowledgment was barely perceptible. Kent bowed stiffly. "I'm going to see about this, Val," continued Fleetwood.
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