Taquisara

F. Marion Crawford
Taquisara

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Title: Taquisara
Author: F. Marion Crawford
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[Transcriber's note: Both "Matilde" and "Matilda" appear in the source
text.]
TAQUISARA
BY
F. MARION CRAWFORD
1895

CHAPTER I.

"Where shall I sign my name?"
Veronica Serra's thin, dark fingers rolled the old silver penholder
nervously as she sat at one end of the long library table, looking up at
the short, stout man who stood beside her.
"Here, if you please, Excellency," answered Lamberto Squarci, with an
affable smile.
His fingers were dark, too, but not thin, and they were smooth and
dingy and very pointed, a fact which the young princess noticed with
dislike, as he indicated the spot on the broad sheet of rough, hand-made
paper, where he wished her to sign. A thrill of repulsion that was strong
enough to be painful ran through her, and she rolled the penholder still
more quickly and nervously, so that she almost dropped it, and a little
blot of ink fell upon the sheet before she had begun to write.
"Oh! It is of no importance!" said the Neapolitan notary, in a reassuring
tone. "A little ink more or less!"
He had some pink blotting-paper ready, and was already applying a
corner of it to the ink-spot, with the neat skill of a professional scribe.
"I will erase it when it is dry," he said. "You will not even see it. Now,
if your Excellency will sign--that will make the will valid."
Three other persons stood around Donna Veronica as she set the point
of her pen to the paper, and two of them watched the characters she
traced, with eager, unwinking eyes. The third was a very insignificant
personage just then, being but the notary's clerk; but his signature was
needed as a witness to the will, and he patiently waited for his turn. The
other two were husband and wife, Gregorio and Matilde, Count and
Countess Macomer; and the countess was the young girl's aunt, being
the only sister of Don Tommaso Serra, Prince of Acireale, Veronica's
dead father. She looked on, with an eager, pleased expression, standing
upright and bending her head in order to see the point of the pen as it
moved over the rough paper. Her hands were folded before her, but the
uppermost one twitched and moved once or twice, as though it would

go out to get possession of the precious document which left her all the
heiress's great possessions in case of Donna Veronica's death. It was a
bit of paper well worth having.
The girl rose, slight and graceful, when she had written her name, and
the finely chiselled lips had an upward curve of young scorn, as she
turned from the table, while the notary and his clerk proceeded to
witness the will. Immediately, the countess smiled, very brightly,
showing beautiful teeth between smooth red lips, and her strong arms
went round her young niece. She was a woman at least forty years of
age, but still handsome.
"I thank you with all my heart!" she cried. "It is a proof of affection
which I shall never forget! You will live a hundred years--a thousand, if
God will it! But the mere wish to leave me your fortune is a token of
love and esteem which I shall know how to value."
Donna Veronica kissed her aunt's fresh cheek coldly, and drew back as
soon as she could.
"I am glad that you are pleased," she answered in a cool and colourless
voice.
She felt that she had said enough, and, so far as she expected any
thanks, her aunt had said too much. She had made the will and had
signed it, for the sake of peace, and she asked nothing but peace in
return. Ever since she had left the convent in which she had been
educated and had come to live with her aunt, the question of this will
had arisen at least once every day, and she knew by heart every
argument which had been invented to induce her to make it. The
principal one had always been the same. She had been told that if, in
the inscrutable ways of Providence, she should chance to die young,
unmarried and childless, the whole of the great Acireale property would
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