She
too expected relief from it, but in another sense.
"From Rome," she said. "That seems something good to me. Just look,
quickly!"
"It seems something good to me too," I replied; my hand trembled and my
heart beat.
"Where?" asked Lucia, the while I read.
"Stockholm," I replied, "with advancement."
"Thank Heaven!" said Lucia; "then the wretched story here is ended."
I looked at her a while severely and gravely, so that her bright look
darkened and a shadow of anxiety fell upon her face.
"The story here is not ended, Lucia, but has reached a turning point. I
am not going."
"That's impossible," she cried out; "you can't refuse."
"No! but I can hand in my resignation."
"Your resignation - and then??"
"Remain in Holland."
"In Holland? And without a salary? Live on my money? And continue this
liaison? No, Vico, that you can't demand of me, that is too much."
"Lucia, there is something else I want to demand of you."
"And that is?
"That you release me. That you allow me to put an end to this
falsehood.
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