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
"By people who were but slightly acquainted with us, doubtless. I am the
last of the Aldinis, one of the most ancient families of the Republic,
proud beyond words, and now ruined. But my mother is rich, and Prince
Grimani, who considers my birth and fortune worthy his nephew, sometimes
treats me sternly, sometimes wheedles me to prevail on me to marry him.
When he has a kind day he calls me his dear daughter, and when strangers
ask him if I am really his daughter, he answers, alluding to his
favorite project: 'To be sure, for she will be Countess Grimani.' That
is why I was always called by a name that is not mine at Naples, where I
passed a month, and where I knew almost nobody, and why I am called by
the same name in this region, where I have been living six weeks, and
where I neither see nor know anybody."
"Signora," said I, making a mighty effort to break the painful silence
into which I had relapsed, "will you please explain to me what relation
this story can possibly bear to our love, and how, by the aid of the
secret you possess, you can extort from your mother a consent which she
would be otherwise disinclined to grant?"
"What do you say, Lelio? Do you believe me capable of such detestable
scheming? If you would listen to me instead of passing your hands over
your forehead with that bewildered air,--my friend, my dear Lelio, what
new sorrow, what fresh scruple has assailed you in the last few
seconds?"
"Dear signora, I beg you to go on."
"Very well! Understand that I have never forgotten that incident: that
it has caused all the sorrows and all the joys of my life. I realized
that I must never question my mother on the subject nor mention it to
anyone. You are the first person to whom I have ever told it, not
excepting my dear nurse Salomé, or my foster sister Lila, to whom I
tell everything. My pride suffered from my mother's error, which seemed
to rebound upon me. However, I adored her just the same. Perhaps,
indeed, I loved her all the more, the more I felt that she was weak and
exposed to the secret maledictions of my relatives on my father's side.
But my hatred for the common people increased in the same proportion as
my love for her.
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