The Heart of Denise and Other Tales
Excerpt: ...will go to-morrow, then," replied Moratti, and she looked away from him. It was a moment of temptation. Almost did a rush of words come to the captain's lips. He felt as if he must take her in his arms and tell her that he loved her as man never loved woman. It was an effort; but he was getting stronger in will daily, and he crushed down the feeling. "It is getting chill for you," he said; "we had better go in." "Tell me," she answered, not heeding his remark, "tell me exactly where you are going?" "I do not know--perhaps to join Piccolomini in Bohemia--perhaps to join Alva in the Low Countries--wherever a soldier's sword has work to do." "And you will come back?" "Perhaps." "A great man, with a condotta of a thousand lances--and forget Pieve." "As God is my witness--never--but it is chill, Madonna--come in." When they came in, Bernabo of Pieve was not alone, for standing close to the old man, his back to the fire, and rubbing his hands softly together, was the tall, gaunt figure of the Cavaliere Michele di Lippo. "A sudden visit, dear cousin," he said, greeting Felicita, and turning his steel-grey eyes, with a look of cold inquiry in them, on Moratti. "The Captain Guido Moratti--my cousin, the Cavaliere di Lippo." "Of Castel Lippo, on the Greve," put in di Lippo. "I am charmed to make the acquaintance of the Captain Moratti. Do you stay long in Pieve, captain?" "I leave to-morrow." Moratti spoke shortly. His blood was boiling, as he looked on the gloomy figure of the cavaliere, who watched him furtively from under his eyelids, the shadow of a sneer on his face. He was almost sick with shame when he thought how he was in di Lippo's hands, how a word from him could brand him with ignominy beyond repair. Some courage, however, came back to him with the thought that, after all, he held cards as well, as for...
- 189 x 246 x 4mm | 141g
- 13 Sep 2013
- United States
- black & white illustrations