Tales and Stories: Now First Collected — John Shaqi
Tales and Stories: Now First CollectedShelley, Mary Wollstonecraft
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Tales and Stories: Now First Collected
Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft
English fiction -- 19th century; Short stories, English
It was not until she was fifteen that Anina showed any diminution of
affection for her sister. Yet I cannot call it diminution, for she loved
her perhaps more than ever, though her holy calling and sage lectures
prevented her from reposing confidence, and made her tremble lest the
nun, devoted to heaven and good works, should read in her eyes, and
disapprove of the earthly passion that occupied her. Perhaps a part of
her reluctance arose from the reports that were current against her
lover’s character, and certainly from the disapprobation and even hatred
of him that her father frequently expressed. Ill-fated Anina! I know not
if in the north your peasants love as ours; but the passion of Anina was
entwined with the roots of her being, it was herself: she could die, but
not cease to love. The dislike of her father for Domenico made their
intercourse clandestine. He was always at the fountain to fill her
pitcher, and lift it on her head. He attended the same mass; and when
her father went to Albano, Velletri, or Rome, he seemed to learn by
instinct the exact moment of his departure, and joined her in the
_podere_, labouring with her and for her, till the old man was seen
descending the mountain-path on his return. He said he worked for a
contadino near Nemi. Anina sometimes wondered that he could spare so
much time for her; but his excuses were plausible, and the result too
delightful not to blind the innocent girl to its obvious cause.
Poor Domenico! the reports spread against him were too well founded: his
sole excuse was that his father had been a robber before him, and he had
spent his early years among these lawless men. He had better things in
his nature, and yearned for the peace of the guiltless. Yet he could
hardly be called guilty, for no dread crime stained him. Nevertheless,
he was an outlaw and a bandit; and now that he loved Anina, these names
were the stings of an adder to pierce his soul. He would have fled from
his comrades to a far country, but Anina dwelt amid their very haunts.
At this period also the police established by the French Government,
which then possessed Rome, made these bands more alive to the conduct of
their members; and rumours of active measures to be taken against those
who occupied the hills near Albano, Nemi, and Velletri, caused them to
draw together in tighter bonds. Domenico would not, if he could, desert
his friends in the hour of danger.
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