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
kind, should myself force you, by going away from you, to resign
yourself to that necessary marriage, preferring to consecrate my whole
future to sorrow rather than to change your destiny by a dastardly act.
That is what I wanted to say to you, signora, and you must understand
now why I am afraid that this love would prove to be a misfortune to
me."
She had listened to me with perfect tranquillity and in absolute
silence. When I ceased speaking, she did not change her attitude in any
way. But, watching her closely, I fancied that I detected an expression
of profound perplexity on her face. Thereupon I said to myself that I
had made no mistake, that she was weak and vain like all the rest of her
sex; that the only difference was that she was honest enough to
recognize the fact as soon as it was pointed out to her, and that she
would probably be honest enough to admit it. So I allowed her to retain
my esteem, but I felt that my enthusiasm vanished in an instant. I was
congratulating myself on my perspicacity and my firmness, when the
signora rose abruptly and walked away without a word. I was not prepared
for that stroke, and I was painfully surprised.
"What! without a single word?" I cried. "You leave me, perhaps forever,
without a single word of regret or consolation?"
"Farewell!" she said, turning toward me. "Regret I cannot feel; and I am
the one who need consolation. You have failed to understand me, you do
not love me."
"I do not love you?"
"But who will understand me," she added, stopping, "if you do not? Who
will love me, if you do not?"
She shook her head sadly, then folded her arms across her breast and
fixed her eyes on the ground. She was at once so lovely and so
despairing that I had a frantic longing to throw myself at her feet, and
only a vague fear of angering her prevented me from doing it on the
instant. I stood still, saying not a word, with my eyes fastened upon
her, waiting anxiously to see what she would say or do. After a few
seconds she walked slowly toward me, and, leaning against the pedestal
of the statue, said with a meditative air:
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