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
"Really, signor," she said, without looking at me, "you are very good to
think that you owe me an apology. In the first place, if I have a stupid
look, you are not at all to blame for noticing it; in the second place,
if I have not, it is a matter of absolute indifference to me whether or
not you are persuaded that I have."
"I swear by all the gods, and particularly by Apollo, that I said what I
did only because I was angry or mad, or it may be because of a very
different sentiment, which was then but just born and was already sowing
confusion in my mind. I saw that you considered me detestable, and that
you were not inclined to be at all indulgent to me; could I tranquilly
resign myself to lose the only approbation which it would have been
sweet and glorious for me to obtain? In a word, signora, I am here; I
discovered your abode, and though I barely knew your name, I sought you,
pursued you, and reached you in spite of distance and obstacles. I am
here at your feet. Do you think that I would have surmounted such
difficulties if I had not been tortured by remorse, not because of you,
who justly disdain to consider the effect of your charms on a poor
player like myself; but because of God, whose fairest work I insulted
and undervalued?"
While I was speaking, I ventured to take one of her hands; but she
suddenly sprang to her feet, saying:
"Rise, signor, rise! here is my cousin coming back from hunting."
Indeed, I had barely time to run to the piano and open it before Signor
Ettore Grimani, in hunting costume and gun in hand, entered the room and
deposited his well-filled game-bag at his cousin's feet.
"Oh! don't come so near me," said the signora; "you are horribly dirty,
and all those bleeding creatures make me sick. Oh! Hector, go away, I
beg, and take all these nasty great dogs with you; they smell of mud and
soil the floor."
The cousin was fain to be content with that outburst of gratitude, and
to go to his room and perfume himself at his leisure. But he had no
sooner gone out than a sort of duenna appeared and informed the signora
that her aunt had returned and wished to see her.
"I will go," La Grimani replied; "and do you, signor," she said, turning
to me, "take this key away with you, as it is broken, and glue it
firmly. You must bring it back to-morrow, and finish replacing the
missing strings. I can count on you, signor? You will be sure to come?"
"Yes, signora, you may rely upon it," I replied; and I took my leave,
carrying away the wrong key, which was not broken.
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