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"'A benefaction worthy of a Christian, retorted the Frenchman, as he breathed his last. "These ominous emissaries told Zambinella of the anxiety of his patron, who was waiting at the door in a closed carriage in order to take him away as soon as he was set at liberty." "But," said Madame de Rochefide, "what connection is there between this story and the little old man we saw at the Lantys'?"
"But this Zambinella, male or female " "Must be, madame, Marianina's maternal great uncle. You can conceive now Madame de Lanty's interest in concealing the source of a fortune which comes " "Enough!" said she, with an imperious gesture. We remained for a moment in the most profound silence. "Well?" I said at last. "Ah!" she cried, rising and pacing the floor.
Are you already so corrupt that, being old in heart, you act like a young prostitute who inflames the emotions in which she trades? "'Why, this is Friday, she replied, alarmed by the Frenchman's violence. "Sarrasine, who was not piously inclined, began to laugh. La Zambinella gave a bound like a young deer, and darted into the salon.
"La Zambinella maintained a graceful and modest attitude; but she held her peace, as if a terrible thought had suddenly revealed some catastrophe. When it was time to return to Rome she entered a berlin with four seats, bidding the sculptor, with a cruelly imperious air, to return alone in the phaeton. On the road, Sarrasine determined to carry off La Zambinella.
However, events surprised him when he was still under the spell of that springtime hallucination, as naive as it was voluptuous. In a week he lived a whole lifetime, occupied through the day in molding the clay with which he succeeded in copying La Zambinella, notwithstanding the veils, the skirts, the waists, and the bows of ribbon which concealed her from him.
Cardinal Cicognara is hoodwinking the Pope and the whole city of Rome! "The sculptor at once left the salon, assembled his friends, and lay in wait in the courtyard of the palace. When Zambinella was assured of Sarrasine's departure he seemed to recover his tranquillity in some measure. About midnight after wandering through the salons like a man looking for an enemy, the musico left the party.
"And he kissed her, despite La Zambinella's efforts to avoid that passionate caress. "'Tell me that you are a demon, that I must give you my fortune, my name, all my renown! Would you have me cease to be a sculptor? Speak. "'Suppose I were not a woman? queried La Zambinella, timidly, in a sweet, silvery voice. "'A merry jest! cried Sarrasine. 'Think you that you can deceive an artist's eye?
He inquired the reasons for the presence of so great a throng, and every one answered by two names: "'Zambinella! Jomelli! "He entered and took a seat in the pit, crowded between two unconscionably stout abbati; but luckily he was quite near the stage. The curtain rose.
When Sarrasine appeared, running after her, he was welcomed by a roar of infernal laughter. He saw La Zambinella swooning on a sofa. She was very pale, as if exhausted by the extraordinary effort she had made. Although Sarrasine knew but little Italian, he understood his mistress when she said to Vitagliani in a low voice: "'But he will kill me! "This strange scene abashed the sculptor.
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