Beautiful Rienzi; or, The secret vendetta — page 203: what you’re looking at

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198 BEAUTIFUL RIENZI. CHAPTER XXVI. MY DARLING—ADIEU. ‘‘The bloom hath fled thy cheek, sister, As Spring’s earth blossoms die, And sadness hath o’ershadowed now Thy once bright eye; But, look, on me the prints of grief Still deeper lie. Farewell!’—Scorrisa Sona. Later in the morning I was standing on the piazza, drinking in the sweet, cool breeze, and leaning against a pillar, all draped in multiflora vines, whose odorous roses swing toward me on the zephyr, filling my soul with de- lgnt. I had been watching my mother slumber since dawn, while the doctor and our faithful Sophie refreshed them- selves with a rest; and now Mrs. Haller was in her cham- ber, while I stole out for a few minutes into the golden sun- shine. I became aware of a presence near me; I turned my head from side to side, and beheld a figure standing midway on the piazza, between the door and the steps. “Tsolina! What imprudence!” Yes, it was she. Her hands were clasped together; her eyes were fixed upon me wildly; she seemed about to fly, but her feet remained rooted in an attitude to depart. A broad sun-hat was on her head and tied under her chin; a black silk scarf was round her shoulders, a satchel hanging on her arm. ‘‘Oh, my dear sister, where are you going? Go back to your bed; you should not be up. Come!” I advanced and seized her arm; the sentences came in faltering gasps; a sickening premonition was in my heart. ‘‘T am going away,” she said, turning her pale face from me. ‘I would not willingly have pained you by this scene, Ivanilla; I thought you were not here.” ‘“Going away? Where—where, my own darling?” “‘It is my duty to go—and my lips are sealed. It would CORNUCG OOO S (©)