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"This, however, did not prove well founded, for the next night Vertua made his appearance, and staked and lost a great deal more than on the night before. He was quite impassible all the time; in fact, he now and then smiled with a bitter irony, as one who knew how utterly differently everything would soon turn.
"Vertua sank half senseless into a chair, whilst Angela knelt down before him, took his hands, kissed them and stroked them, and told over, with childlike prolixity, all the accomplishments and acquirements which she possessed, with which she would be able to support him comfortably, imploring him with the warmest tears to have no fear, inasmuch as life would, for the first time in her experience, begin to possess a real value and delightsomeness for her when not for the enjoying of it, but for her father she should stitch, sew, sing, play the guitar.
Vertua thoroughly understood him; he saw what had been passing in his heart, and tried to make the lovely Angela comprehend how certain eventualities might arise which would render it necessary to accept the Chevalier's offers.
At length he so far mastered himself as to say, stammering, and in a trembling voice, 'Signor Vertua, listen. I have not won anything from you nothing of the kind. There is my strong box; take it, it is yours. Yes; and I have to pay you more than that. I am in your debt. Take it, take it! "'Oh, my girl! cried Vertua.
"His conduct to her was marked with such observance of the most trifling of her wishes, with the sincere courtesy which springs from the truest and purest affection, that the remembrance of Duvernet naturally faded more and more from her memory. So that the first cloud-shadow which fell upon the brightness of their life was the illness and death of old Vertua.
'Heaven grant that Angela has not heard the unlucky bell. I don't want her to know that I have come. He took the candle-holder from the amazed old woman's hand, and lighted the Chevalier up the staircase to the salon. "'I am ready for everything, said Vertua. 'You detest me and despise me. You ruin me for the gratification of yourself and others. But you do not know me.
To-morrow you must leave it for good and all. "On the way neither of them spoke. When they came to the house in the Rue St. Honoré Vertua rang at the door, and a little old woman opened, and cried, when she saw him, 'Oh, saviour of the world, is it you at last, signor? Angela has been nearly dead with anxiety about you. "'Hush! said Vertua.
"Old Vertua stared speechlessly at the Chevalier for a few seconds, then a stream of tears burst from his eyes. Like a man annihilated, all sorrow and despair, he sank down before the Chevalier with hands uplifted. "'Have you any human feeling left in your heart? he cried. 'Have some mercy! Remember it is not me whom you are dashing into ruin and misery, but my unoffending angel child my Angela!
The Chevalier ordered his servants to take the Strong box down to the carriage, and then cried out, in a domineering way, 'When are you going to make over your house and effects to me, Signor Vertua? "Vertua raised himself from the ground, saying, in a firm voice, 'At once. This very moment, Chevalier. Come with me. "'Good, said the Chevalier, 'you may drive there with me.
She knew that, since that eventful night, he had given play up entirely, and completely altered his mode of life, and that she she alone was the cause of this. She had saved him from destruction; could anything flatter a woman more? "When old Vertua had exchanged the ordinary civilities with him, she spoke to him in a tone of gentle pity, saying, 'What is the matter, Chevalier?
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