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He sent a message to her by Flavia the other day an urgent and defiant message, I believe. I hear also that the Admiral goes to Rome to-night," I added. "He has been suddenly called to the Ministry of Marine." "Then you will follow, of course? We will remain here to keep an eye upon the Marchesa," said Madame. "You do not suspect the Admiral?" I asked. "Not at all," she said.
But young Escanes, in whom all hope had not yet died, was under the same impression, as also was my lord Philippus Decius; for, in truth, Dea Flavia had looked round on them all marvelling how any of them could compare with the man who already, in her heart, was the chosen lord of Rome.
Seeing him, the woman tottered to her feet with a cry of alarm, and shaded her bleared eyes from the inrush of daylight. She gabbled shrilly, but she knew only Erse, and Colonel John attempted no explanation. "The lady of the house," he said, in that tongue. And he laid Flavia, not ungently, but very quickly, on the floor.
"I'd be a happy man then!" And, without thinking what he did, having Asgill's air in his head, he hummed, with his head on one side and a grin on his face: "They tried put the comether on Judy McBain: One, two, three, one, two, three! Cotter and crowder and Paddy O'Hea; For who but she's owner of Ballymacshane?" Asgill's face was dark with passion, but "Goodnight" Flavia repeated coldly.
The Augustas were clinging together in obvious terror, their heads were pressed close to one another, and the jewels in their hair formed a curious shimmering mass of diamonds and rubies which caught the rays of the sun and threw back blinding sparks of prismatic colours. Dea Flavia was not near them.
When she arrived, she was not long in finding that she had a rival in the Princess Flavia; rendered desperate, she stood at nothing which might give, or keep for her, her power over the duke. As I say, he took and gave not. Simultaneously, Antoinette found herself entangled in his audacious schemes.
And so the Marchese di San Giacinto took Flavia Montevarchi for his wife, and all Rome looked on and smiled, and told imaginary stories of his former life, acknowledging, nevertheless, that Flavia had done very well the stock phrase since there was no doubt whatever but that the gigantic bridegroom was the cousin of the Saracinesca, and rich into the bargain.
"Do not interrupt me, Flavia," said her mother, severely. "I beg your pardon, were you speaking, mamma?" asked the young girl, innocently. Giovanni was not amused by Flavia's manners, and waited calmly for the princess to speak. "Indeed," said she, "there was nothing else to be done. As we had run over the poor man " "The carriage " suggested Flavia. But her mother took no notice of her.
She seemed not convinced of the established order of material things, seemed always trying to conceal her feeling that walls might crumble, chasms open, or the fabric of her life fly to the winds in irretrievable entanglement. At least this was the impression Imogen got from that note in Flavia which was so manifestly false.
"You belong to the swallowers," observed Spicca, lighting a fresh cigarette. "You swallow something, no matter what, and you are satisfied." "It is the simplest way one is never disappointed." "It is a pity one cannot swallow people in the same way," said Flavia with a laugh. "Most people do," answered Spicca viciously.
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