The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of AldinisSand, George
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The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of Aldinis
Sand, George
French fiction -- Translations into English
Fierce to the point of despotism in his impatience, he was as intolerant
of having to wait himself as he was fond of making others wait and of
worrying them by skilfully devised delays. This time, however, he had
yielded to the necessity of coming first to the rendezvous. He could not
be sure that Mila would have the courage to wait for him, or to enter
his house if he were not there himself to meet her. He went to the gate
more than ten times, and angrily retraced his steps, afraid to leave the
wooded road that bordered his garden, lest, if he should meet anyone, he
should seem to be intent upon some design. The leading principle in his
scheme of life was always to appear calm and indifferent in the eyes of
placid people, always distraught and preoccupied in the eyes of
busybodies.
[Illustration: _THE PICCININO RECEIVES MILA._
_He strode toward Mila with an imperious air,
seized the rein of her mule, and, taking the girl in
his arms as soon as she was in front of his garden
gate, lifted her to the ground, pressing her lovely
body with something very like violence._]
When Mila at last appeared at the top of the green path which descended
sharply to his orchard, he was really angry with her, for she was a
quarter of an hour late, and, thanks to the Piccinino's discernment or
fascinations, there was not one among the fair maidens of the mountain
who would have allowed him to be first at the rendezvous in a
love-affair. The brigand's unruly heart was inflamed therefore with
ill-disguised rage; he forgot that he was not dealing with a mistress,
and he strode toward Mila with an imperious air, seized the rein of her
mule, and, taking the girl in his arms as soon as she was in front of
his garden gate, lifted her to the ground, pressing her lovely body with
something very like violence.
But Mila, partly opening the folds of her double mantle of muslin, gazed
at him in surprise.
"Are we in danger already, my lord?" she said, "or do you think that I
have brought anyone with me? No, no! See, I am alone, I have come with
perfect confidence in you, and you have no reason to be displeased with
me."
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