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"Signor Petro!" They exclaimed, on confronting each other. Carlton for a moment was thrown off his habitual guard, and losing his temper, was about to retort upon Petro with interest, both in frown and, if need be, with blows also. But recalling himself, he assumed his usual precaution, and looked upon the angry Italian coolly, and without the least exhibition of temper. "Well, Signor Carlton."
But policy had led to this report's being hushed up on the part of government, for he was of noble blood. This nephew, Petro Giampetti, was a handsome youth after the style of the Italians, possessed of all the noble and revengeful passions so common to his countrymen, yet by no means an evil-disposed person.
And he made quite a good story out of it for his mother. The latter promised gladly to go and see Miss Child and to wear the pearl-gray wrap, which she thought very pretty, reflecting marvellous credit on the taste of the chooser. Petro did not touch upon Miss Child's indictment of the Hands. "It's more natural," she said, "that he should take an interest in the Hands. More like he used to be.
"I don't quite see yet how I have helped you," rather dryly remarked Petro. "But I guess you're guessing." "If I've guessed right, I'm not enjoying the joke." "Then maybe you haven't guessed right! Give me the benefit of the doubt till those good men and true are the other side of the front door, will you? I'm as rattled as they make 'em now! Say, this is a raid, ain't it?
All this good luck he held, That Boy, in the hollow of his hand, and he threw it away when he struck the nest; and it fell, crumbled, with the broken bits of clay. As for Eve and Petro, if fear and disappointment had driven trust from their hearts, they still had courage and patience and industry. They sought another and a different sort of cliff, and found one made of red brick and white stone.
"I'm pleased with myself and everybody else," replied Eileen. "This is one of my happy nights." "I wonder why? There's sure to be a dull crowd at dinner. I've found out now the Rollses know all the wrong lot." "I found that out long ago. But I don't care. And I'm going to sit by Petro. So I shall be all right." "You've jolly well been with him the whole blessed day.
Of course the ancestors of cliff swallows had not known the walls and roofs of man so long as other kinds of swallows; but the associations of one short century had been pleasant enough to call forth many cheerful squeakings of joy, just like those of Eve and Petro that pleasant day in June when they started their nest under the roof near the top of the ladder.
But with the Imperial Family of Austria is an other phase. "Petra dedit Petro et Petrus Diadema Rudolpho." This was the motto when the infernal holiness inspired the Pope, to send the crown to the Count of Hapsburgh, to have that count when he becomes Emperor of Germany, his obedient servant.
Petro, after satisfying himself that the ruse had not been discovered, sought his own apartment in the palace to read the letter he had thus possessed himself of. He hesitated for a moment before he broke the seal-we will do him the justice to say so-even in this stage of his conduct, his sense of honor had not entirely left him.
It was so dark, that you could not see a yard before you. Hand in hand they penetrated the thin marsh, clinging to the luxuriant thorn-bushes, and stumbling at almost every step. At last they reached an open spot. Petró looked about him: he had never chanced to come there before. Here Basavriuk halted. “Do you see, before you stand three hillocks? There are a great many sorts of flowers upon them.
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