The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of LuccaHewlett, Maurice
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The Fool Errant: Being the Memoirs of Francis-Anthony Strelley, Esq., Citizen of Lucca
Hewlett, Maurice
Historical fiction
"I will tell you what I have to say," I answered him, standing up with
folded arms. "I say that you lie. You have never done anything but lie
and cheat since the moment I saw you. You live by cheating, and will die
lying. That is what I have to say. I salute you and beg you to be gone."
"The fair and cruel-kind Aurelia----" he began unconcernedly, but I
struck the bench on which he sat.
"Cavaliere," I said, "if you speak one word more of that lady I shall
kill you here in this place."
I had an adze in my hand, and I suppose he believed me, for he shrugged
his shoulders, got up and walked out of the carpenter's shop. He had
accomplished one part of his infamous design, at least. With every
symptom of the most exquisite torture of mind I recalled throughout that
day and night the lovely, fleeting, unattainable image of Aurelia
Gualandi. She was fatally present, every bend and turn of her head,
every motion of her bosom, the weaving of her hands, every flutter of
her breath, every sigh, every flash of her eyes danced before me,
mocking, deluding, beckoning, beguiling, enchanting me. My poor Virginia
had reason to complain of my dejection, coldness, inattention, God
knows! But He knows too, and will reward her for it, that the brave girl
never once did complain. My torment endured atrociously all night, and
all the next day; then subsided somewhat, and by the Sunday following
was almost gone. On the Monday, moreover, I had something else to think
of: this, namely----
On Monday evening, just as I was about to leave the yard, Virginia, with
a hood over her head, came into it. This was extraordinary, and so did
she appear--vividly coloured, with the eyes of one in a fever, but not
alarmed; elated rather, and full of strong resolve. Before I could speak
she put her finger to her lip, and said, "Hush! Come with me to the
ramparts instead of going home. I have something to tell you." I
followed her at once. The ramparts were very empty, as it was nearly
dark. She took my arm and began to walk slowly under the trees, speaking
calmly, mastering the excitement which she evidently suffered.
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