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Being in advance of her sister with Jeanne, she promptly turned to the right, making her companion turn with her, and directed her steps towards the little Casino, an addition to the villa, and standing with its back to the larger house. Selva, on his part, seeing his wife's movement, promptly whispered to the Padre: "Go down the straight path at once." But it was all to no purpose.

Having thus resolved, a weight seemed to have rolled from his shoulders and he sprang up and walked with a quick tread down to the village. There was a cheerful clang of victrolas, player-pianos and twanging guitars as he passed the fraternity rooms, and he went whistling on his way toward Cloudy Villa.

But after awhile a dim, cool, curving lane leaves this street and irresistibly invites your cab to follow it; and sooner than you could ask you get to the villa gate.

She liked pretty Dora, too; but there were times when the dainty, fastidious countess looked at the young wife in wonder, for, as she said one evening to her husband: "There is something in Mrs. Thorne that puzzles me she does not always speak or look like a lady " Few days passed without bringing Ronald and Dora to the Villa Rosali.

Are you going to ring?" Melky pointed along the front of the wall. "There's a sort of alley going up there, between this house and the next," he said. "Come round sure to be a tradesman's entrance a side-door up there." "Plenty of spikes and glass-bottle stuff on those walls, anyhow!" remarked Ayscough, as they went round a narrow alley to the rear of the villa.

The architecture of these galleries, seen from without, is less elegant than that of the main building, but the aspect of the whole thing is delightful. I have spoken of Chenonceaux as a "villa," using the word advisedly, for the place is neither a castle nor a palace. It is a very exceptional villa, but it has the villa-quality the look of being intended for life in common.

Such men make good presidential candidates. Candidates, I say, mind you. The time has come in this country when it is hard to unite good qualifications as a candidate with the necessary qualities for a successful official. The Piute, in March or April, does not go down cellar and bring up his gladiolus, or remove the banking from the side of his villa.

He had gone down to 'The Woodbines, his uncle's villa at Chigbourne, in pursuance of the invitation given him; and Mr.

Corliss?" she said in an ordinary tone. "Not lived. I've been East once or twice. I spend a greater part of the year at Posilipo." "Where is that?" "On the fringe of Naples." "Do you live in a hotel?" "No." A slight surprise sounded in his voice. "I have a villa there." "Do you know what that seems to me?" Cora asked gravely, after a pause; then answered herself, after another: "Like magic.

"But what gets me is that ear. I remember it now. I remember the day when we were on the beach at Tulagi with Jerry, and when his brother came ashore from the Eugenie in a whaleboat. And his brother had that self-same, loppy, crinkled ear." "And more," Villa argued. "How many singing dogs have we ever known! Only one Jerry. Evidently such a type occurs rarely.