"Oh, no; as soon as I can I am going away abroad--I am
going away all over the world--to find some one. You said she was my
friend and my good comrade--do you think I could let her be away in some
distant place, and all alone? I could not rest in my grave! It may be
Malta, or Cairo, or Australia, or San Francisco; but that is what I am
set on. I have thought of it so long that--that I think my head has got
tired, and my heart a little bit broken, as they say, only I never
believed in that. Never mind, Maurice, I am going away to find Nina--ah,
that will be a surprise some day--a surprise just as when she first came
here--into the room--in the black dress and the crimson bonnet--_la
cianciosella_, she was going away again!--she was always so proud and
easily offended--always the _cianciosella_!"
He turned a little, and moaned, and lay still; and Maurice, fearing that
his presence would only add to this delirious excitement, was about to
slip from the room, when his sick friend called him back.
"Maurice, don't forget this now! When she comes again, you must stand by
her at the door there, and tell her not to be frightened: I am not so
very ill.
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