He caught her in his arms--Don't, don't, sir, faintly struggling, with
averted face--You love me not--You refused to see your child, when she
wanted to claim your protection!--I was used cruelly.
By whom, my dear? by whom?
By every body. I complained to one, and to another; but all were in a
tone: and so I thought I would be contented. My mamma, too!--But it is
no matter. I saw it was to be so; and I did not care.
By my soul, said I, this is not the way with her, Lady Sforza. The
chevalier is in the right. You see how sensible she is of harsh
treatment.
Well, well, said the general, let us change our measures.
Still the dear girl looked out earnestly, as for somebody.
She loosed herself from the arms of her sorrowing father.
Let us in silence, said the count, observe her motions.
She went to him on tip-toe, and looking in his face over his shoulder, as
he sat with his back towards her, passed him; then to the general; then
to Signor Sebastiano; and to every one round, till she came to me;
looking at each over his shoulder in the same manner: then folding her
fingers, her hands open, and her arms hanging down to their full extent,
she held up her face meditating, with such a significant woe, that I
thought my heart would have burst.--Not a soul in the company had a dry
eye.
Lady Sforza arose, took her two hands, the fingers still clasped, and
would have spoken to her, but could not; and hastily retired to her seat.
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