" Carlino could find nothing to say but "Oh, oh--oh, oh--oh, oh!"
and Noemi carried Jeanne off with her, following the railing of the
little cemetery of Saint-Sauveur. It seemed the right moment for her
final revelation.
"I really believe Giovanni is right, you know," said she. "This Don
Clemente comes from Brescia."
Jeanne, overcome by an excess of misery, threw her arms round her
friend's neck and burst into tears. Noemi, dismayed, implored her to
calm herself.
"For God's sake, Jeanne!"
Between her sobs, she asked Noemi whether Carlino knew. Oh, no, but what
would he think now?
"He cannot see us here," sobbed Jeanne. They were in the shadow of the
church. Noemi was surprised that Jeanne, in spite of her emotion, had
noticed the fact.
"For mercy's sake, do not let him find out. For mercy's sake!"
Noemi promised to be silent. Jeanne grew calmer little by little, and
was the first to move. Oh, to be alone! Alone in her own room! The sight
of the tower of Notre Dame piercing the sky with its pointed spire hurt
her, like the sight of some victorious and implacable foe.
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