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Could he have read Enrica's thoughts, he need have feared no contamination to her from the marchesa; her thoughts were far away she had not listened to a single word. "Dio Santo!" he exclaimed at last, clasping his hands together and speaking low, so as not to be overheard by Enrica "that I should live to hear a Guinigi talk so! "The banner didn't help him, nor St.
"I invite you, therefore, Maestro Guglielmi" the studied calmness of Nobili's manner belied the agitation of his voice and aspect "you, Maestro Guglielmi, who have been called here expressly to insult me I invite you to advise the Marchesa Guinigi to accept what I am willing to offer." "To insult you, Count Nobili?" exclaimed Guglielmi, looking round. Surely not to insult you!
Nera watched it all. She read Nobili like a book. "How cunning Enrica Guinigi must be! very cunning!" Nera repeated as if the idea had just struck her. "The marchesa's tool! They are so poor! Her niece! Chè vuole! The family blood! Anyhow, Enrica has caught you, Nobili." Nera leaned back, drew out a fan from behind a cushion, and swayed it to and fro. "Not yet," gasped Nobili "not yet."
The project which for years I have silently nursed in my bosom, waiting for the fitting time to disclose it to you the project of building up through you the great Guinigi name." The marchesa pauses; she gasps, as if for breath. A quick flush steals over her white face, and for a moment she leans back in her chair, unable to proceed.
She was, as I have said, sitting in the same place by the casement, concealed by the curtain, her head bent down over her knitting. She had only looked up once when Nobili's name had been mentioned. No one had noticed her. It was not the usage of Casa Guinigi to notice Enrica.
That will surprise them those chattering young blackguards at the club." Thus, once more on the most amiable terms, the cavaliere and Baldassare proceeded leisurely arm-in-arm toward the street of San Simone. Count Marescotti was walking rapidly up and down in the shade before the Guinigi Palace when the cavaliere and Baldassare appeared.
She was silent and preoccupied; but she was not displeased. The one dominant passion of her soul the triumph of the Guinigi name was now attained. Now she could bear to think of the grand old palace at Lucca, the seigneurial throne, the nuptial-chamber; now she could gaze in peace on the countenance of the great Castruccio. No spoiler would dare to tread these sacred floors.
He had heard and laughed at the outrageous words she had spoken. He knew what a struggle it had cost her to sell the second Guinigi Palace at all. He knew that of all men she had least desired to sell it to him. For that special reason he had resolved to possess it. He had bought it, so to say, in spite of her, at the price of gold.
I take upon myself every incumbrance," Nobili repeated emphatically, raising his voice. "My purpose is fully noted in that contract, hastily drawn up at my desire. I also bestow on the marchesa's niece the Guinigi Palace I bought at Lucca to the marchesa's niece, Enrica Guinigi, and her heirs forever; also a dowry of fifty thousand francs a year, should she survive me."
Under these circumstances, it would be cruel to deprive her of so suitable an alliance as Count Marescotti. Now, allow me to ask you, seriously, how would this marriage suit you?" "Not at all," replied the marchesa, curtly. "The count is a republican. I hate republicans. The Guinigi have always been Ghibelline, and loyal. I dislike him, too, personally.
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