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Updated: June 26, 2025
As it was the eve of Pentecost she was uncovered; they could see her dark outline with its wrought metal ring about the head. Half-way down was another metal ring; Bambino's head should be in there. Both the hand-fasted pilgrims fell to their knees: Bellaroba crossed herself, and then hid her face with her left hand, Angioletto with his right.
It gave Angioletto the deuce's own time now and then; but he might yet have weathered the rocks for his tact was only equalled by his good temper if the Countess had not precipitated matters. There came a day, and an hour of a day, when she spoke to him. She had spoken before; her ambitions had always been verbal but now they were literal, all the "t's" were crossed.
However, the affair ended in great good-humour on both sides, and here you are, as you see! But now the Count sends me this letter, in which he says let me see ah! 'Your ladyship will remember my not ungenerous conduct in the matter of the little poet, Angioletto, on whose account you had certain benevolent dispositions to gratify' neatly turned, is it not?
"Yes, my lord," she said. "Diavolo!" muttered Angioletto, "he is not 'my lord'; he is 'Magnificence. I must scold her for this afterwards." "The position of affairs is this," said the Duke, aloud. "One of these prisoners is guilty of the deed, and the guilty one is the liar.
Yes, he'll be for climbing by Madama Lionella's back-stair. He has the make of it just the doll she loves to dandle." Which was all the Captain had to say for Angioletto. Little as it was, it was more than Angioletto had to say for Mosca. He was, indeed, serenely indifferent to the lean brown man.
Olimpia burst into a shrill laugh, and Angioletto, who had the pluck of a little gamecock, turned to his partner in guilt. "And you, Madonnetta," he said sweetly, "what do you say to boars head larded?" Bellaroba giggled in spite of herself for she was terribly frightened but again Olimpia, the grand indifferent, pealed her delight.
Mistress Bellaroba, you have a man in ten thousand; Angioletto, my friend, you have what you deserve, a woman in ten million. It is not fair that the worth of you two should be known only to me and the Blessed Virgin; you shall tell it now to a priest. Come along, and let me have the whole story with my breakfast."
"If you do not drop that lady's hand, my lad " growled the Mosca. "What then, sir?" "Then," the Captain roared, "by the ante-chambers of Paradise, she shall cling to carrion!" Bellaroba with a little cry fell to her knees; Olimpia bit her finger; Angioletto shrugged. "You have better lungs than manners, Captain," he said quietly. "These ladies of ours are fatigued with travel and tired of fasting.
"Could we not would it not be wiser of course you know best, Angioletto! might we not ask her afterwards?" Angioletto kissed her. "You are as wise as you are lovely, my little wife. Come, let us find the Madonna degli Greci." And he led her away by the hand. They found her in the north transept, in a little fenced chapel all starry with tapers and gleaming gold and silver hearts.
"For my part I propose to take you and keep you under lock and key for a season as at present advised." Angioletto bowed, as well as one may who is sitting up in a very soft bed. His voice was quite meek. "I shall in all duty obey your Grace's directions, and will leave behind me but one small request, which I am persuaded Borso d'Este will not refuse his prisoner."
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