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The truthful little brown eyes did not waver. "And it cannot have been any one else," continued Nella. "This is a very evil person, sir, and she sometimes comes here with a message, or making believe that she is helping me. As if I needed help, indeed!" "Do not accuse people of stealing when you have no evidence against them," answered Beroviero somewhat sternly.
"But it is very pretty," said Marietta through the window, and bending forward she rested her white hands on the table, among the little heaps of chemicals. "Anneal it, and give it to me," she added. "Keep such a thing in my house?" asked Beroviero scornfully. "Break up that rubbish!" he added roughly, speaking to Zorzi.
Almost at the same time she opened and Beroviero stood on the threshold. Nella had heard him speaking, too, and she started up, wide awake in an instant, and came in, to see if she were needed. "Will you go with me to the laboratory, my dear?" asked the old man quietly. She answered gravely that she would. There was no gladness in her tone, but no reluctance.
Zorzi was therefore beginning to make some kind of glass on his own account. It followed almost logically, according to Giovanni's view of men, fairly founded on a knowledge of himself, that Zorzi was experimenting with the secrets of Paolo Godi, which he and old Beroviero had buried together somewhere in that very room.
"I saw him in a cart with his hands tied behind him, on his way to be hanged." "He looks as if one hanging would not be enough for him," observed Zorzi. Beroviero was silent for a moment. Then he laughed, and he laughed very rarely. "Yes," he said. "It is not a face one could forget easily," he added. Then he rose and went back to his table.
"They call it so," answered the boatman with some contempt. "The Beroviero have several houses on it, too." "It seems to me that Beroviero owns most of Murano," observed the Greek. "He must be very rich." "He is by far the richest. But there is Alvise Trevisan, a rich man, too, and there are two or three others. The island and all the glass-works are theirs, amongst them."
"It must be time," said Beroviero, "unless the boys forgot to turn the sand-glass at one of the watches. The hour is all but run out, and it must be the twelfth since I put in the materials." "I turned it myself, an hour after midnight," said Zorzi, "and also the next time, when it was dawn. It runs three hours. Judging by the time of sunrise it is running right." "Then make the trial."
She suddenly began to imagine that old Beroviero, who was probably a magician and an alchemist, had taught his daughter the same dangerous knowledge, and she felt a sort of awe before the two young people who knew such a vast deal which she herself could never know.
"She said it was Zorzi." Marietta laughed incredulously as she spoke, and Zorzi smiled quietly. Beroviero was silent for a moment and looked out of the window. "Listen to me," he said at last.
Contarini, like many over-wise men who have no control whatever over their own children, was always for excessive severity in all processes of the law. Beroviero thought of some others, but against each one he found some real objection. Sitting in his chair after supper, he talked earnestly of the matter with Marietta, who sat opposite him with her work, by the large brass lamp.
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