Signor Sassi was
a highly respectable person, and though it might be a little
eccentric, according to the Baroness's view, for Sabina to go out with
him in a cab, especially in the afternoon, there could really be no
great harm in it. The Baroness would be angry because she had stayed
out so late. The Baroness would be much angrier by and by, when she
knew what had really happened, and it must all be known, of course.
When Sassi was sure that Masin could not get the two out of the vault
himself, or with such ordinary help as he could procure, he would have
to go to the Baron, who would instantly inform the authorities, and
bring an engineer and a crowd of masons to break a way. There was some
comfort in that, after all. It was quite impossible that she and
Malipieri should be left to starve to death.
Besides, she was not at all hungry, though it was dinner time. She was
only cold and sleepy. She wished she could take the crowbar from
Malipieri's hands and use it for a few minutes, just to warm herself.
He had said that he was too hot, and by the uncertain light she
fancied she could see a little moisture on his white forehead.
She was right in that, for he was growing tired and knew that before
long he must rest for at least a quarter of an hour. The hole was now
three feet deep or more, yet no hollow sound came back from, the blows
he dealt.
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