On the Bright Shore
thought he of Panna Cervi, "I am the dullest mule in Liguria."
But he did not admit that anything similar could happen. On the contrary, he felt that he had struck a very honest woman’s soul, and at the same time he was delighted that that soul was enclosed in such a young and beautiful body.
The carriage stopped at last in front of an old and battered house near the harbor. The woman at the gate pointed contemptuously enough to Pani Cervi's apartments.
"Poverty indeed!" thought the artist, as he went up the sloping steps. After a while he knocked at the door.
"Come in!" answered a voice.
Svirski entered. A woman about forty years of age received him; she was dressed in black; a brunette, sad, thin, evidently broken by life: but she had nothing common about her. At her side stood Panna Maria.
"I know all, and I thank you from my soul and heart!" said Pani Cervi; "may God reward and bless you."
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