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Sincere or not, I don't care he treated me like a lady when the others treated me like " "There! there! don't get hot about it now. Tell me instead how you made your first approaches to the young gentleman whom you talk of so contemptuously as Fabio." "As it turned out, in the worst possible way. First, of course, I made sure of interesting him in me by telling him that I had known Nanina.

Private papers should always be burned papers." "They shall be for the future; I will take good care of that." "Were any of my letters to you about Nanina among these private papers?" "Unfortunately they were. Pray, pray excuse my want of caution this time. It shall never happen again." "Go on. Such imprudence as yours can never be excused; it can only be provided against for the future.

"I have found out, by application at the passport-office, that they have not left Florence but what particular part of the city they have removed to, I have not yet had time to discover." "And pray why did they leave you, in the first place? Nanina is not a girl to do anything without a reason. She must have had some cause for going away. What was it?"

Moving the glass an inch or two, so as to bring Nanina well under his eye, Father Rocco found that he could trace each repetition of these little acts of familiarity by the immediate effect which they produced on the girl's face and manner.

I will answer for your getting such work to do as will enable you to keep yourself honestly and independently; and I will undertake, if you do not like your life at Florence, to bring you back to Pisa after a lapse of three months only. Three months, Nanina. It is not a long exile." "Fabio! Fabio!" cried the girl, sinking again on the seat, and hiding her face.

Father Rocco smiled to himself, and waited to speak again till she was calmer. "Supposing," he resumed, after some minutes of silence, "supposing Signor Fabio really meant all he said to you " Nanina started up, and confronted the priest boldly for the first time since he had entered the room.

Nanina mentioned the weekly rent of the room in fear and trembling. The steward burst out laughing. "Suppose I offered you money enough to be able to take that room for a whole year at once?" he said. Nanina looked at him in speechless amazement. "Suppose I offered you that?" continued the steward.

His interview with Nanina had left some influence behind it, which unfitted him just then for the occupation of talking to a child. Nearly half an hour before nine o'clock on the following morning, Father Rocco set forth for the street in which Nanina lived.

Before he locked the doors again he took out the flat box, opened it, and looked thoughtfully for a few minutes at the mask inside, then sent for Nanina. "Now, my child," he said, when she appeared, "I am going to try our first experiment with Count Fabio; and I think it of great importance that you should be present while I speak to him."

"I must have this cleared up," he said. "My statues were left under Rocco's care, and he is answerable if there has been any stealing of casts from any one of them. I must question him directly." Nanina, seeing that he took no notice of her, felt that she might now easily effect her retreat.