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Updated: June 18, 2025
"Tell me," he said, "tell me for the last time, father, what you believe to have been the truth of the story. Did Vincenza change the children, or did she not?" "My son," said the old monk, "a few months nay, a few weeks ago, I said to myself that I would never answer that question. But life is slipping away from me; and I cannot leave the world with even the shadow of a lie upon my lips.
"If the truth could ever be ascertained, which I do not think it will be, I believe that this would turn out to be the case. The key of the whole matter lies in the fact that Vincenza had twins. One of these children was sent to the grandmother in the country; one was nursed in the village of San Stefano. A fever had broken out in the village, and Vincenza's charge the little Brian Luttrell died.
Where is Vincenza?" "Alas, Father, I do not know. Dead, I think, or she would have come back to me before now. I have not heard of her since she took a situation as maid to a lady in Turin four years ago." "Why have you told me so useless a story at all, then?" said the father, again with some sternness of voice and manner.
Vincenza dared not reply, his manner was so unusual. He walked silently along beside her, and that evening, and many times afterward, his thoughts were more with Stephen, who was gone and never came back, than with Vincenza, on whom his heart was set, and from whom he soon learned that Simmen would not refuse her to him.
When she went Vincenza leaned far over the banisters with the lamp while Luigi called out in his soft, broken English, directions for avoiding the lines of washing below and the refuse piled in dark turns of the stairs. When the Lady in Brown Fur had disappeared Vincenza turned to Luigi. "Of a surety, cara, the saints are good. Never before didst thou work before April.
Then the boy would get rid of the dust of the shop, put on clean clothes, and would soon be up at the tavern, and it did not take long to teach him. He was soon able to move about among the tables and wait on the guests just as the maids, the host and his wife and the slender Vincenza did. It was a pleasure to see Franz and the others at work; they seemed to turn everything off so easily.
Then, in a lower and more earnest voice, he added "Perhaps if you had tried to love the child that Vincenza placed within your arms that day, you would have felt joy and not sorrow now." "Do you dare to rebuke your mother?" said Mrs. Luttrell, fiercely. "If I had loved that child, I would never have acknowledged you to-day. Not though all the witnesses in the world swore to your story."
"I am going away I am going very far away now," said Cain, but even as he spoke the words, it seemed wholly impossible to him, that they could be true. Vincenza thought a moment. Then she came closer to him. "If you go, I shall go too," said she. He could not laugh at what she said, for all that it seemed so incredible.
Here I pleased my eyes by glancing them over an extensive prospect, bounded by mountains on the one side, on another by the sea, at so prodigious a distance however as to be wholly undiscoverable by the naked eye; nor could I, or any other unaccustomed spectator, have seen, as my Italian companions did, the effect produced by marine vapours upon the intermediate atmosphere, which they made me remark from the windows of the palace, inferior in every thing but situation to Merriworth, and with that patriotic consolation I leave Vincenza.
Vincenza was my client; he acts for the girl under power of attorney, and really her name has hardly come up since the very beginning of the case." "You didn't see her, then?" said Gerald, conscious of a vague sense of disappointment. "See her?" repeated the lawyer. "No; how could I? She's in Europe for educational advantages at a convent somewhere, I believe."
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