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All the blood within him seemed whirling in his brain. "But Nera, how can I in honor break this marriage?" he urged. "Break it! well, by going away. No one can force you to marry a girl who allowed herself to be hawked about here and there offered to Marescotti, and refused to others probably." "She may not have known it," said Nobili, roused by her bitter words. "Oh, folly!
He trod with that firm, grand step churchmen have in common with actors only the stage upon which each treads is different. Trenta's kind eyes twinkled under his white eyebrows as he spied Enrica above, standing side by side with Nobili. How different the dear child looked from that last time he had seen her at Lucca! Enrica flew down the steps to meet him. She threw her arms round his neck.
As Nobili entered, she raised her smooth, snake-like head, and met his gaze in silence. She had scarcely bowed, in recognition of his salute. Now, with the slightest possible inclination of her head, she signed to him to take his place on one of the chairs before her.
Indeed, I waited until your daughter" and he glanced at Nera "could receive me, and satisfy me herself she was not hurt. I longed to make my penitent excuses for the accident." "Oh! it was nothing," said Nera, with a smile, answering for her mother. "What I suffered, no words can tell," continued, Nobili. "Even now I shudder to think of it to be the cause "
There is some mistake obviously some mistake." "No mistake about the wretch having forsaken her," interrupted Trenta, firing up at what he considered Fra Pacifico's ill-placed leniency. "Domine Dio! No mistake about that." "Yes, but there must be," insisted the other. "I have known Nobili from a boy. He is incapable of such villainy. I tell you, cavaliere, Nobili is utterly incapable of it.
Such a black frown clouded Nobili's countenance under the sting of her covert insults that Trenta hastily interposed. "Permit me to remind you, Marchesa Guinigi, that, subject to your approval, the conditions of the marriage have been already arranged by me and Fra Pacifico, before you consented to meet Count Nobili. The present interview is purely formal.
At that moment, of all living men, Count Nobili seemed to himself the most unworthy! He must go he did not deserve to stay! "Enrica before I leave you, speak to me one word of forgiveness I implore you!" As he speaks their eyes meet. Yes, she is his own Enrica unchanged, unsullied! the idol is intact within its shrine the sanctuary is as he had left it!
Into indefinite space, if possible only together?" Nera is triumphant. Nobili is her own! As she sits in that chair when he has placed her, she is positively radiant. Love has given an unknown tenderness to her eyes, a more delicate brilliancy to her cheeks, a softness, almost a languor, to her movements. Now Nobili has left Nera, seated in the chair.
No sooner had he arrived than he found himself the object of a species of ovation. This put him into the highest possible spirits. It was most gratifying. He could not possibly do less than return these salutations with the same warmth with which they were offered. Not that Count Nobili acknowledged any inferiority to those among whom he moved as an equal.
"Possibly he may find his own way there in time," answers Orazio, with a sneer. He rises so as to increase the distance between himself and Prince Ruspoli. "But as yet the wretch crawls on mother earth." "Silence, Orazio!" shouts Ruspoli, "or you may go there yourself quicker than Marescotti." "Marescotti! Is that the name?" cries Nobili, with a hungry eye, that seems to thirst for vengeance.
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