Now this is a very different
affair. I am finishing the work which the House of Martha set me to do,
and I assure you that I have been very much dissatisfied because I have
been obliged to leave it unfinished. Please begin."
"I cannot remember at this moment," I said, "where we left off."
"I can tell you exactly," she answered, "just as well as if I had the
manuscript before me. Tomaso held Lucilla by the hand; the cart was
ready in which he was to travel to the sea-coast; they were calling him
to hurry; and he was trying to look into her face, to see if he should
tell her something that was in his heart. You had not yet said what it
was that was in his heart. There was a chance, you know, that it might
be that he felt it necessary for her good that the match should be
broken off."
"How did you arrange this in the endings you made?" I asked. "Did you
break off the match?"
"Don't let us bother about my endings," she said. "I want to know
yours."
XXXII.
TOMASO AND LUCILLA.
On this happy morning, sitting in the shade with Sylvia, I should have
much preferred to talk to her of herself and of myself than to dictate
the story of the Sicilian lovers; but if I would keep her with me I must
humor her, at least for a time, and so, as well as I could, I began my
story.
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