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They are first published in the 'Osservatore Romano, the official daily paper of the Vatican, and then finally translated into Italian and other languages, and sent out to the bishops abroad. Leo the Thirteenth likes to see and talk with men of letters, as well as to read their books. Two years ago he requested Professor Brunelli of Perugia to buy for him the poetical works of the Abbé Zanella.
Brunelli, with a final bow, stepped nimbly into the kitchen and flung off his coat and waistcoat. Flaherty, the nimblest "garsong" among the waiters, had been assigned to the special service of Katy. She was a little faint from hunger, for the Irish stew on the Dempsey table had been particularly weak that day. Delicious odors from unknown dishes tantalized her.
I have very important diplomatic reasons for this. All Europe shall see how devoted France is to the empire of Austria, and what a good understanding subsists between the two courts. Therefore, Signor Brunelli, strain your inventive head, that it may on this occasion hit upon whatever is most distinguished and pre-eminent, for this must be an entertainment never before equalled.
It contains, too, a line explaining his own silence. The Rev. J. H. Newman to J. R. Hope, Esq. My dear Hope, I have been writing so very, very much lately, that now that I want to tell you something my hand is so tired that I can hardly write a word. We are to be Oratorians. Mgr. Brunelli went to the Pope about it the day before yesterday, my birthday.
Most of the diners were confirmed table d'hôters gastronomic adventurers, forever seeking the El Dorado of a good claret, and consistently coming to grief in California. Mr. Brunelli escorted Katy to a little table embowered with shrubbery in tubs, and asked her to excuse him for a while. Katy sat, enchanted by a scene so brilliant to her.
With a proud step had Brunelli gone to his own private cabinet, where, having shut himself up, he had devoted several hours to serious meditation upon the deep plans presenting themselves to his mind. But Signor Brunelli had, in fact, a very experienced and inventive head, and the cardinal acted wisely in confiding in his major-domo and leaving to him the ordering of the entertainment.
The house was dark and the shades were lowered; but Mr. Brunelli touched an electric button by the basement door, and they were admitted. Along a long, dark, narrow hallway they went and then through a shining and spotless kitchen that opened directly upon a back yard. The walls of houses hemmed three sides of the yard; a high, board fence, surrounded by cats, the other.
'Tonio discountenances custom; he keeps his house-front black and forbidding; he gives you a pretty bad dinner; he locks his door at the dining hour; but he knows spaghetti as the boarding-house knows cold veal; and he has deposited many dollars in a certain Banco di something with many gold vowels in the name on its windows. To this restaurant Mr. Brunelli conducted Katy.
Toole's that ran away wid Mr. Toole's Sunday pants and left the photograph of the Bastile, his grandfather's chat-taw, as security for tin weeks' rint." Mr. Brunelli continued his calorific wooing. Katy continued to hesitate. One day he asked her out to dine and she felt that a dénouement was in the air.
Brunelli stepped into the yard and seemed to spread his smile and bow over the entire company. And everywhere there was a great clapping of hands and a few cries of "Bravo!" and "'Tonio! 'Tonio!" whatever those words might mean. Ladies waved their napkins at him, gentlemen almost twisted their necks off, trying to catch his nod. When the ovation was concluded Mr.
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