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At last Pantaleone, a look of compassion on his face, went towards his friend, and, laying his head on Tonza's shoulder, said gently: "My cousin, you have sinned, but God has sent your punishment; that is sufficient. Live to devote your life to bringing up the little motherless children left to you.
At dinner he received an official position, as betrothed, beside Gemma. Frau Lenore pursued her practical investigations. Emil kept laughing and urging Sanin to take him with him to Russia. It was decided that Sanin should set off in a fortnight. Only Pantaleone showed a somewhat sullen face, so much so that Frau Lenore reproached him.
And the phalanx, armed with scythes, bill-hooks, axes, hoes, and guns, reunited in the square before the church. And all cried: "San Pantaleone!" Don Consolo, terrified by the din, had taken refuge in a stall behind the altar.
Ippolit Sidoritch is eating a pear which Sanin has peeled for him, while Maria Nikolaevna watches him and smiles at him, her bondslave, that smile he knows already, the smile of the proprietor, the slave-owner.... But, good God, out there at the corner of the street not far from the city walls, wasn't it Pantaleone again, and who with him? Can it be Emilio?
A constrained silence followed.... No one moved. Pantaleone uttered a faint moan. 'Is it your wish to go on? said Doenhof. 'Why did you shoot in the air? inquired Sanin. 'That's nothing to do with you. 'Will you shoot in the air the second time? Sanin asked again. 'Possibly: I don't know. 'Excuse me, excuse me, gentlemen ... began von Richter; 'duellists have not the right to talk together.
The cathedral of St Pantaleone is—or rather was—one of the most interesting and richly decorated churches erected in Southern Italy under the combined influence of Norman and Saracenic art at a time when cunning workmen were able to blend together the styles of East and West, and to produce that rich harmonious architecture of which the splendid churches of Monreale and Palermo present to us the happiest examples.
The furious thunder of the Radusan axes was echoing from the tough oak, when he began to force the lock with an iron bar, panting, suffocated by a violent agonizing palpitation which diminished his strength, blind, giddy, stiffened by the pain of his wounds, and dripping with tepid blood. "San Pantaleone!
Diavolo, diavolo! repeated Pantaleone, sighing and shaking his topknot. The carriage still rolled on and on. It was an exquisite morning.
Emil, Pantaleone, and the poodle Tartaglia accompanied him to the corner of the street. Pantaleone could not refrain from expressing his displeasure at Gemma's reading. 'She ought to be ashamed! She mouths and whines, una caricatura! She ought to represent Merope or Clytemnaestra something grand, tragic and she apes some wretched German woman!
Vases fell from the church and broke on the street. In the track of the assailants a white smoke rose quietly up through the incandescent air. They all, blinded and in bestial rage, cried, "Kill! kill!" A group of fanatics remained about San Pantaleone. Atrocious insults for San Gonselvo broke out amid waving scythes and brandished hooks: "Thief! Thief! Beggar! The candles! The candles!"
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