"You don't know what you are talking about,"
he said very slowly and softly. "I--hate the
Cardinal. He is the worst enemy I have."
"Enemy or no, you love him better than you
love anyone else in the world. Look me in the
face and say that is not true, if you can!"
He turned away, and looked out into the garden.
She watched him furtively, half-scared at
what she had done; there was something terrifying
in his silence. At last she stole up to him,
like a frightened child, and timidly pulled his
sleeve. He turned round.
"It is true," he said.
CHAPTER XI.
"BUT c-c-can't I meet him somewhere in the
hills? Brisighella is a risky place for me."
"Every inch of ground in the Romagna is
risky for you; but just at this moment Brisighella
is safer for you than any other place."
"Why?"
"I'll tell you in a minute. Don't let that man
with the blue jacket see your face; he's dangerous.
Yes; it was a terrible storm; I don't remember to
have seen the vines so bad for a long time.
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