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
With a howl like that of a miserable maniac he leapt upon me, tripped
and threw me flat upon the flags. I remember the stunning shock of my
fall, but remember no more. I learned afterwards that he had pitched me
out on to the stairs, and that I fell far.
CHAPTER VI
I COMMENCE PILGRIM
I arose from bed, some two or three days after the terrible occurrence
related--and how I had got into it, except for the charity of the
doorkeeper, there's no telling. I arose, I say, to a new heaven and a
new earth: a heaven impossibly remote, an earth of sickly horror, an
earth of serpents and worms, upon which I crawled and groped, the
loathliest of their spawn. I surveyed myself in the glass, faced myself
as I was--I the wrecker of homes, the betrayer of ladies, love's
atheist! Pale, hollow-cheeked, with eyes distraught, there was good
ground for believing that when Dr. Lanfranchi threw me upon my worthless
skull he had jogged out my wits.
The facts were otherwise, however. Resolution came back upon the crest,
as it were, of the wave that brought me full knowledge; the more
disastrously showed the ruin I had made, the more stoutly I determined
to repair it.
The surgeon who attended me was perfectly discreet and told me nothing
more than that Professor Lanfranchi had left Padua and was gone to
Venice. Not so the custode of the house: it was from him I had the rest.
Dr. Lanfranchi had taken his keys with him and had left no directions.
Donna Aurelia had been twice to the house since her first departure from
it, and had been unable to get access. The second time of failing, said
the custode, she had "lashed into the street like a serpent from a cage.
And nobody," he added, "nobody in this town, and nobody under heaven's
great eye, can say where she has gone. Perhaps she is dead, sir; but I
believe that she is not. Pretty and snug lady that she was, it's my
belief she will fret after her comforts, and that if she get them not
from one, she will have them from another." Old Nonna had also
disappeared, he said, which was better than things might have been; but
the strongest ray of comfort shed upon me from this worthy fellow's
store was this, that Donna Aurelia had returned to her house. Plainly,
if she had been thither twice, she could be induced thither a third
time. It must then be my business to induce her, and to see to it, if
possible, that she was properly received upon that occasion.
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