The Strolling Saint; being the confessions of the high and mighty Agostino D'Anguissola, tyrant of Mondolfo and Lord of Carmina in the state of Piacenza by Rafael Sabatini
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"Do not let us judge rashly," he said. "Perhaps Agostino received some
provocation. Let us hear..." "0, you shall hear," she promised tearfully, exultant to prove him wrong. "You shall hear a yet worse abomination that was the cause of it." And out she poured the story that Rinolfo and his father had run to tell her--of how I had shown the fellow violence in the first instance because he had surprised me with Luisina in my arms. The friar's face grew dark and grave as he listened. But ere she had quite done, unable longer to contain myself, I interrupted. "In that he lied like the muckworm that he is," I exclaimed. "And it increases my regrets that I did not break his neck as I intended." "He lied?" quoth she, her eyes wide open in amazement--not at the fact, but at the audacity of what she conceived my falsehood. "It is not impossible," said Fra Gervasio. "What is your story, Agostino?" I told it--how the child out of a very gentle and Christian pity had released the poor birds that were taken in Rinolfo's limed twigs, and how in a fury he had made to beat her, so that she had fled to me for shelter and protection; and how, thereupon, I had bidden him begone out of that garden, and never set foot in it again. "And now," I ended, "you know all the violence that I showed him, and the reason for it. If you say that I did wrong, I warn you that I shall not believe you." |
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