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An Austrian column, advancing from the side of Monte Baldo by the narrow ravine, stole round the flank of a French regiment in front of Masséna's division, and by a vigorous charge sent it flying in a panic which promised to spread to another regiment thus uncovered.
He stayed five years in the gold-mines, in a wild valley, living with a gang of Italians in a town of corrugated iron. All the while he had never really left San Gaudenzio. I asked him, 'Used you to think of it, the lake, the Monte Baldo, the laurel trees down the slope? He tried to see what I wanted to know. Yes, he said but uncertainly. I could see that he had never been really homesick.
Now in the year 1524, after M. Baldo Magini had caused Antonio, the brother of Giuliano da San Gallo, to build in the Madonna delle Carceri, in the town of Prato, a tabernacle of marble with two columns, architrave, cornice, and a quarter-round arch, Antonio resolved to bring it about that M. Baldo should give the commission for the picture which was to adorn that tabernacle to Niccolò, with whom he had formed a friendship when he was working in the Palace of the above-mentioned Cardinal dal Monte at Monte Sansovino.
"But while I am on the subject, there is another complaint which they have to make." "What is it?" asked the pirate, angrily, for he did not like his mate's tone. "I love not to hear complaints." "The stranger lady," replied the mate. "Well, what of her?" inquired the captain. "She has brought us all into this scrape," continued Baldo.
"You 're exceedingly good," said Adrian. "And I should be most happy. But I 'm afraid " "Not another word," protested Franco. "You 'll come. That' s settled." "That's settled," echoed Baldo. "We 'll send down for your traps this afternoon," said Franco. "Have you a man with you? No? Then we 'll send Grimes. He 'll pack for you, and bring up your traps.
And he was still softly carolling that refrain, when the door of the sitting-room was opened. "Marchese del Ponte, Marchese Baldo del Ponte," announced the waiter, with sympathetic exhilaration, flourishing his inseparable napkin. The two huge young men entered. The room seemed all at once to contract, and become half its former size.
A gale is what we have day and night been praying for; and let one come, the gallant Sea Hawk will brave it, and laugh at her enemies. But tell me, Baldo, how do the people like this hide-and-seek life? It is not what they have been accustomed to under my command." "They wonder what your intentions are," answered the mate.
And with his big hand suddenly he ripped open Raffaele's tunic half way to the waist, exposing the fair white flesh. The troubadour, though quivering with shame and rage, remained motionless, staring at the great sword that hung in its scarlet sheath from Lapo's harness. Old one-eyed Baldo, plucking his master by the elbow, whispered: "Take care, Cercamorte. His brother Nicolotto is your ally.
Baldo raised his shoulders, pressed his withered eyelids together, and answered, in disgust: "God pity you, Cercamorte! You are certainly changed these days. Evidently your Arabian has given you a charm that turns men's brains into goose-eggs." Lapo stamped away angrily, yet he was soon smiling again. And now his coarse locks were not unkempt, but cut square across brow and neck.
Then they went for a breathless whirl along the Riva in a motor-car. Then they swam. And after dinner they played billiards, while Franco and Baldo smoked short pipes, and sipped whiskey and soda but a half-pennyworth of whiskey, as Adrian noticed, to an intolerable deal of soda. Blood will tell, and theirs, in spite of everything, was abstemious Italian blood.
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