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
She lost her strength more and more, and the assistance of our arms was
no longer sufficient when she went upstairs. It became Mandola's duty to
carry her like a child, as I carried little Alezia. That young lady grew
more beautiful every day; but her style of beauty and her temperament
made her the exact opposite of her mother. Alezia was as dark as her
mother was fair. Her hair already fell to her knees in two heavy ebony
braids; her little, soft, round arms stood forth like those of a young
Moor against her silk clothing, always white as snow; for she was
consecrated to the Virgin. As for her temperament, it was very strange
for one of her years. I have never seen a child so grave and distrustful
and silent. She seemed to have inherited the haughty nature of Signor
Torquato. She was never on familiar terms with anyone; she never used
the familiar words of address with any of us. A caress from Salomé she
seemed to consider an insult, and the very utmost I could obtain, by
dint of carrying her, waiting upon her and flattering her, was
permission to kiss once a week the tips of her little pink fingers, of
which she was already as careful as the most coquettish woman could have
been. She was very cold to her mother, and passed long hours seated by
her side in the gondola, with her eyes fixed on the water, silent,
apparently insensible to everything, and as dreamy as a statue. But if
the signora ventured to reprove her ever so mildly, or if she went to
bed because of an attack of fever, the little one would fly into one of
those paroxysms of frantic despair which aroused fears for her life or
her reason.
One day she fainted in my arms because Mandola, who was carrying her
mother, slipped on one of the steps and fell with her. The signora was
slightly hurt, and from that day was unwilling to trust the skill of the
Lombard giant. She asked me if I were strong enough to take his place. I
was then at the height of my muscular development, and I told her that I
could carry four women like herself and eight children like hers. After
that I always carried her, for her strength did not return up to the
time that I left her.
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