The extraordinary confessions of Diana PleaseCapes, Bernard
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The extraordinary confessions of Diana Please
Capes, Bernard
Femmes fatales -- Fiction; France -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Naples (Kingdom) -- Fiction; Women -- Fiction
He answered not a word to my pleading. Presently I heard him snoring,
and--would you believe it?--the gross carnival of sound was heavenly
music in my ears. In all that vast loneliness it was my only human
stay and comfort. O, my Alcide! To think of thy Diane owing her reason
to the grunting of a hog.
It was a terrible night. I dared not move--scarcely breathe. But fear
and exhaustion at last overcame me, and I slept.
I awoke to sweet, soundless daylight. The look and smell of sunshine
restored me in a moment to myself. I had not been disturbed. The house
was utterly abandoned. I arose, resolved at once to put into effect
the plan I had formed. A little memory of something I had noticed
yesterday was urging me. I fled softly upstairs. Signs of the raid met
me at every turn: broken crucifixes, torn vestments, scattered
Hosts--up and down they lay, trodden into dirty rubbish by the
swarming footsteps. There had been, I believe, no secular looting,
unless, as was probable, by my master, who would be sure, on that
account, to have withdrawn himself remote from consequences. I had
nothing to fear from him. I looked for a room where I had seen some
children’s clothes scattered, and finding it still undisturbed,
quickly selected from among the litter the simplest outfit I could
adapt in mind to my figure.
A common watch lay ticking on a table. I examined it--scarce five
o’clock--lingered, hesitated, and left it where it was. I had not yet
come to thieve, even had it been less bulky for my juvenile fob.
Hastily I snatched soap and towels from a washing-stand, and holding
the clothes so as not to soil them against my own, stole out. There
was not water enough in all the house for my cleansing. My spirit
rushed to the little river I had seen gleaming under the trees.
At the back of the hall I found a low window, unlatched it, and
dropped into the garden. A light fog was spread abroad, which,
dripping from the trees, alarmed me with a thought of unseen things
moving near. But presently a bird piped close above my head, with a
note of reassurance, and I slipped on and made my way stealthily
towards the river until I heard it gurgling; and in a moment later I
came upon it.
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