Vittoria — Volume 5 by George Meredith
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'But,' cried the delighted captain, 'you address me in the tones of a
basso profundo! It is absurd. Do you suppose that I am to be deceived by your artifice?--rogue that you are! Don't I know you are a woman? a sweet, an ecstatic, a darling little woman!' He laughed. She shivered to hear the solitary echoes. There was sunlight on the farthest Adige walls, but damp shade already filled the East-facing hollows. 'I beg you very earnestly, to let me go on,' said Vittoria. 'With equal earnestness, I beg you to let me accompany you,' he replied. 'I mean no offence, mademoiselle; but I have sworn that I and no one but I shall conduct you to the Castle of Sonnenberg, where you will meet the Lenkenstein ladies, with whom I have the honour to be acquainted. You see, you have nothing to fear if you play no foolish pranks, like a kicking filly in the pasture.' 'If it is your pleasure,' she said gravely; but he obtruded the bow of an arm. She drew back. Her first blank despair at sight of the trap she had fallen into, was clearing before her natural high courage. 'My little lady! my precious prima donna! do you refuse the most trifling aid from me? It's because I'm a German.' 'There are many noble gentlemen who are Germans,' said Vittoria. 'It 's because I'm a German; I know it is. But, don't you see, Germany invades Italy, and keeps hold of her? Providence decrees it so--ask the priests! You are a delicious Italian damsel, and you will take the arm |
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