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Chapter 12
Cometo-morrow.Comeandtellher,sothatImayhavesomepeacefromherscoldingand—perhaps—whoknows...”
“BeallowedtolistentoyourRamirez,eh?Isthatit?You...”
“MercyofGod!Howviolentyouare,Giovanni,”shesaid,unmoved.“WhoisRamirez...Ramirez...Whoishe?”sherepeated,dreamily,intheduskandgloomofthecloudedgulf,withalowredstreakinthewestlikeahotbarofglowingironlaidacrosstheentranceofaworldsombreasacavern,wherethemagnificentCapatazdeCargadoreshadhiddenhisconquestsofloveandwealth.
“Listen,Giselle,”hesaid,inmeasuredtones;“Iwilltellnowordoflovetoyoursister.Doyouwanttoknowwhy?”
“Alas!Icouldnotunderstandperhaps,Giovanni.Fathersaysyouarenotlikeothermen;thatnoonehadeverunderstoodyouproperly;thattherichwillbesurprisedyet....Oh!saintsinheaven!Iamweary.”
Sheraisedherembroiderytoconcealthelowerpartofherface,thenletitfallonherlap.Thelanternwasshadedonthelandside,butslantingawayfromthedarkcolumnofthelighthousetheycouldseethelongshaftoflight,kindledbyLinda,goouttostriketheexpiringglowinahorizonofpurpleandred.
