The Front Yard, and Other Italian StoriesWoolson, Constance Fenimore
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The Front Yard, and Other Italian Stories
Woolson, Constance Fenimore
Americans -- Italy -- Fiction; Italy -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
"It is better; it is well. My dear, I think I have understood you all
along."
"But--I have not understood myself," replied Claudia. She had nerved
herself to say it; but after it was spoken a deep blush rose slowly over
her whole face until it was in a flame. Through all its heat, however,
she kept her eyes bravely upon those of the wife.
"That I knew, too," rejoined Mrs. Lenox. "But I also knew that there was
no danger," she added.
"There was not. It was unconscious. In any case, I should in time have
recognized it. And destroyed it, as I do now." These short sentences
were brought out, each with a fresh effort. "I do not speak of--of the
other side," the girl went on, with abrupt, heavy awkwardness of phrase.
"There never was any other side--it was all mine." And then came the
flaming blush again.
"But you are very beautiful, Claudia?" said the other woman, not as if
disturbed at all in her own quiet calm, but half tentatively.
"Yes, I am beautiful," replied Claudia, with a sort of scorn. "But he is
not that kind of man," she added, a quick, involuntary pride coming into
her eyes. Then she turned her head away, shading her face with her hand.
She said no more; it seemed as if she had stopped herself shortly there.
After a moment or two Mrs. Lenox began to speak. "All this life, here in
Venice, has been so much to Stephen," she said, in her sweet, quiet
voice. "You know he has worked very hard--he was obliged to; just so
many hours of each long day, for long, hard years. He never had any
rest; and the work was always distasteful to him, too. It was a slavery.
And it was beginning to tell upon him; he could not have kept it up
without being worn out both in body and mind. Judge, then, how glad I am
that he has had all this change and pleasure--he needed it so! There is
that side to his nature--a love of the beautiful, and a strong one. This
has been always repressed and bound down; it is natural that it should
break forth here. I have not the feeling myself--at least, not like his;
but I understand it in him, and sympathize with it fully." She paused.
Claudia did not speak.
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