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All the prime donne in Europe might sing at him, or make eyes at him, or make love to him, in any manner they liked from morning till night without making any more impression on him than a hundred years, more or less, on the tomb of the Emperor Theodoric out there. No, anima mia, that's not it. No, il povero zio, I am more inclined to think that he is breaking up.

The marketplace resounded with a clapping of hands; for it was here that Checco came daily to eat figs, and it was known that the 'povero, the dear half- witted creature, would not tolerate an intruder in the place where he stretched his limbs to peel and suck in the gummy morsels twice or thrice a day. Barto seized and shook him.

"Would there were more like you! Often when fortune gives a kick to a man, nothing will suit but that all who see him must kick him also. And thus the povero diavolo dies of so many kicks, often! This friend of yours is young, senza dubbio?" "Yes, quite young, not yet thirty." "It is as if you were a father to him!" exclaimed Andrea, enthusiastically.

She made him walk by her and put his hand under the padrone's shoulder. Madonna!" They turned away from the village into a narrow path that led into the hills. "And I came to fetch you, Signor Dottore. Perhaps the povero signore is not really dead. Perhaps you can save him, Signor Dottore!" "Chi lo sa?" replied the doctor. He had let his cigar go out and did not know it.

This discovery evidently disconcerted the impudence even of these visitors, and they immediately left the studio. As the day approached for my departure I visited all my old haunts, and dwelt fondly upon scenes which I might never see again. My dear old music-master cried when I bade him farewell. Povero maestro! He used to think me so good that I was always ashamed of not being a veritable angel.

He looked like a magnificent bull, with his short, strong brown neck, and low-growing hair that seemed to have been freshly crimped. Gaspare stood close to Artois, as if he felt that they were allies and must keep together. Salvatore was a few paces off. Artois glanced at him now with a carefully concealed curiosity. Instantly the fisherman said: "Povero signorino! Povero signorino!

"Non lo so, signore." "She ought to go away. It will be better if she goes away." "Si, signore. But perhaps she will not like to leave the povero signorino." Tears came into the boy's eyes.

The marketplace resounded with a clapping of hands; for it was here that Checco came daily to eat figs, and it was known that the 'povero, the dear half-witted creature, would not tolerate an intruder in the place where he stretched his limbs to peel and suck in the gummy morsels twice or thrice a day. Barto seized and shook him.

"It is his head, Signor Dottore! If it had not been for his coming against the rocks he would not have been hurt. Per Dio, he can swim like a fish, the povero signorino. I have seen him swim. Why, even Peppino " "The signora wants us all to go away, Signor Dottore. She begs us to go and leave her alone with the povero signore!" "Gaspare is in such a state! You would not know him.