Taquisara by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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be the richest man in Naples or Sicily. It would all be over. It would
be peace--at last, at last!" she repeated, with a sudden change of tone that ended in a deep-drawn sigh of anticipated relief. "You do not know half there is to tell," she continued, speaking rapidly after a moment's pause. "We are ruined, and worse than ruined. We have been, for years. Gregorio got himself into that horrible speculation years and years ago, though I knew nothing about it. While Veronica was a minor, he helped himself, as he could--with her money. It was easy, for he controlled everything. But now he can do nothing without her signature. Squarci said so last week. He cannot sell a bit of land, a stick of timber, anything, without her name. And we are ruined, Bosio. This house is mortgaged, and the mortgage expires on the first of January, in three weeks. We have nothing left--nothing but the hope of Veronica's charity--or the hope that you will marry her and save us from starvation and disgrace. I got her to sign the will. There was--" The countess checked herself and stopped short, turning an emerald ring which she wore. She was pale. "There was what?" asked Bosio, in an unsteady tone. "There was just the bare possibility that she might die before January," said Matilde, almost in a whisper. "People die young sometimes, you know--very young. It pleases Providence to do strange things. Of course it would be most dreadful, if she were to die, would it not? It would be lonely in the house, without her. It seems to me that I should see her at night, in the dark corners, when I should be alone. Ugh!" Matilde Macomer shivered suddenly, and then stared at Bosio with frightened eyes. He glanced at her nervously. |
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