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"All you've got to do is to hold your arm out straight, pull the trigger, and squint afterward." "I sha'n't hurt the Barone," smiling faintly. "Are you going to be ass enough to pop your gun in the air?" indignantly. Abbott shrugged; and the colonel cursed himself for the guiltiest scoundrel unhung. Half an hour later the opponents stood at each end of the tennis-court.
There were present not only genuine followers of the Frate, but Ser Ceccone, the notary, who at that time, like Tito himself, was secretly an agent of the Mediceans. Ser Francesco di Ser Barone, more briefly known to infamy as Ser Ceccone, was not learned, not handsome, not successful, and the reverse of generous. He was a traitor without charm. It followed that he was not fond of Tito Melema.
"Ah the barone!" exclaimed Cuffe, who, having discovered by his intercourse with the southern Italians that this word meant a "rascal" as well as a "baron," was fond of using it on suitable occasions. "Pray, Veechy-Governatory, what name did he assume? Ca'endish, or Howard, or Seymour, or some of those great nobs, Griffin, I'll engage! I wonder that he spared Nelson!"
It's no place for a sick man; only a well man could come out of it alive." The Barone laughed. Harrigan had told this tale half a dozen times, but each time the Barone felt called on to laugh. The man was her father. "Do you know, Mr. Harrigan, Miss Harrigan is not herself? She is what do you call? bitter. She laughs, but ah, I do not know! it sounds not real."
When she sings in Berlin, I'm going to trail along; when she hits the high note in Paris, I'm lingering near; when she trills in London, I'm hiding in the shadow. And you may put that in your pipe and smoke it." "I smoke only cigarettes," replied the Barone gravely. It had been difficult to follow, this English. Harrigan said nothing in return.
At the door Abbott smiled and bowed and returned to the garden. The Barone rose to follow him. He had committed a theft of which he was genuinely sorry; and he was man enough to seek his rival and apologize. But fate had chosen for him the worst possible time. He had taken but a step forward, when a tableau formed by the door, causing him to pause irresolutely.
"The Barone called upon me this morning." "Oh, he did?" "I think you had better write him an apology." Abbott sat up. He flung the piece of plaster violently to the floor. "Apologize? Well, I like your nerve to come here with that kind of wabble. Look at these lips! Man, he struck me across the mouth, and I knocked him down."
At the same time I must do my duty. That is evident." "It seems to me you have done it with admirable thoroughness," said Artois. "Grazie, Signor Barone, grazie!" "Grazie, grazie, Signor Barone!" added the Cancelliere. "Grazie, Signor Barone!" said the deep voice of the Maresciallo. The authorities now slowly prepared to take their departure.
It now remained for Kenric to assure himself that no prowling Norseman should by chance discover the place of refuge of those who had so timely abandoned their homes; and to this end he bade his remaining followers make pretence of taking shelter in the forest of Barone, whence they might move unobserved by the enemy to the south of the island and so guard the abbey of St. Blane's.
Nora watched the stars slowly ascend over the eastern range of mountains; and across the fire of his innumerable cigarettes the Barone watched her. As the boat was made fast to the landing in front of the Grand Hotel, Celeste observed a man in evening dress, lounging against the rail of the quay. The search-light from the customs-boat, hunting for tobacco smugglers, flashed over his face.
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