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They sent me away, and, after a time, I heard from Father Cristoforo that he was gone, and had found a tutorship in an English family, that he vowed never to bear the name of Luttrell any more, and that the way was open for me to claim my own rights, as the woman Vincenza Vasari had been found and made confession." "So you came to England with that object?"
"Why did you not reveal the facts five years ago?" said the Father, with some severity of tone. "I will tell you, Reverend Father. Because Vincenza came to me next day and said that she had lied that the child, Dino, was her own, after all, and that she had only wanted to see how much I would believe. What was I to do?
So the smith must go, certainly he must go. If the boy if Franz alone was there Simmen brought his fist down on the table half angrily, half laughing to himself it wasn't really so wholly impossible, that they should make a match of it, the boy and Vincenza!
"My child," said the monk, calmly but firmly, "put these thoughts away from your mind. They are idle and vain imaginations. Assunta knew nothing; Vincenza did not always speak the truth. In any case, it is impossible to prove the truth of her story. It is a sin to let your mind dwell on the impossible.
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He found Mrs. Luttrell sitting with the baby on her knee, but although the poor little thing was screaming with all its might, she vouchsafed it no attention. "Tell Vincenza to take her wretched child away," she said. "I want my own. This is her child; not mine." Edward Luttrell stood aghast. "Margaret, what do you mean?" he ejaculated. "Vincenza's child is dead. This is our little Brian.
It happened by chance, that neither Cain nor Fausch came over to the tavern that evening; but Vincenza heard the tale and afterward sat in the corner of the room lost in thought with dreamy eyes and burning cheeks.
They floated upward, now closer together, now almost separating, so that it seemed as if the arm that joined them must be rent in two, but yet it still held fast, and drew them, linked together, far away across the sky. At first they did not know what to make of this. Then Vincenza said: "That is you and I, Franz."
He wrote it down he could write and read a little, which I could never do; and he told me what he had written: 'I, Giovanni Vasari, have heard my wife, Vincenza, say that she stole an English gentleman's child, and put her own child in its place.
"What do you mean?" he asked. "I do not understand you. My sister is in Europe." "Yes," answered Gerald, "she is in Europe in Ireland. She fills a nameless grave in Drim churchyard." Vincenza leaped to his feet, and the cigarette he had lighted dropped from his fingers. They were in Gerald's room at the hotel, and the young man had placed his visitor so that the table was between them.
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