On the contrary, it explains everything in
the most natural way. Is it not really natural that on the occasion of
my betrothal I should wish to give you a little remembrance, because you
have always been so obliging, and have been with the Marchesa since you
were a child? I could not do anything else, I am sure, and I beg you to
keep it and wear it. And as for my telling you that you are pretty and
young and fresh, I do not see why you need be so mortally offended at
that. However, Teresina, I am sorry if you misunderstood me. You will
keep the little chain?"
"No, Signor Conte. Take it. And I do not believe a word you say."
She held out the parcel to him, but he, still smiling, shook his head
and would not take it. Then she let it drop at his feet, and turned
quickly and left him. He watched her a moment, and his annoyance at his
discomfiture showed itself plainly enough, so soon as she was not there
to see it. Then he shrugged his shoulders, stooped and picked up the
package, restored it to his waistcoat pocket and went back to his bench.
"It is a pity," he muttered, as he took out his note-book again.
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