Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 3 (of 3)Fothergill, Jessie
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Oriole's daughter, a novel, Volume 3 (of 3)
Fothergill, Jessie
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction; Married women -- Fiction; Rome (Italy) -- Fiction
‘And when it was ready I inserted the needle, gave the injection,
and replaced the things on the table. Then I waited a little while.
That was the worst of all. It was hideous. He tried to awake, not
to succumb to the dose. He could not. He talked to me quickly and
angrily, and I did not stop my ears. In spite of his efforts, the
words began to stammer on his lips, his eyes glazed and closed. He was
asleep--unconscious.
‘“Good-bye,” I said to him mockingly. Then I rang the bell, and
Morrison answered it. “Can you sit with Mr. Marchmont for a few hours,
Morrison?” I asked. “He will now sleep for some time, and I must have
rest, if I am to remain with him while he is awake.”
‘Morrison at once agreed, and took his place by the bedside. I wished
him good-night and went away.
‘I went to my room, rang for my maid, and told her she could go to
bed. I did not want anything more, and would undress myself. Then the
moments seemed hours, while I tore off my ornaments, and my evening
dress, and my satin shoes, and seized upon these dark things, and this
bonnet and veil--I will buy some other things here, carissimo, and
give these to the chambermaid. I was in a wild fever. I saw that it
was nearly half-past eleven. Hans must have been waiting two hours and
a half. Never mind. He would forgive me as soon as he knew, and his
recompense should be my whole life. Why do you look at me in that way?’
she added quickly.
‘His recompense!’ Signor Giuseppe repeated after her, and laid his hand
for a moment on her head.
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