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This was too subtle for the youth. "The trouble was," he said, "that I hit you in the right place. That's the knock-out blow, that one. Morte di Ercole, and down you went! Well, I'm sorry; will that do?" "Yes, yes I want no more. Let us be friends, Castracane." "Benissimo." He helped his late enemy up; they kissed each other, then sat together on the grass admirable friends.

Meleagro beat his forehead to see her so lovely and so unapproachable; Orsini bit his lip; but Alessandro, mindful of his nails, and not to be Sub-Prefect for nothing, went away to find the girl's father. This worthy bowed to the earth before his visitor. In what way could His Excellency be served? By the acceptance, on Matteo's part, of twenty ducats? Benissimo, e tante grazie!

But Hugh, pretending that he did not understand the language, asked: "Eh? What?" "Here are our papers, signore," interrupted the ever-ready chauffeur, and he produced the papers for the officer's inspection. He looked at them, bending to read them by the light of the torch which his companion held. Then, after an officious gesture, he handed them back, saying: "Benissimo! You may pass!"

That a king should not do as he pleased was as puzzling as it was grievous. "He is doing well, Nanni?" "Si, Signore, benissimo; and yet he loves the gondola and the old life." The Colonel drew his brows together as if the statement had not given him unmixed pleasure. "Do you think he is ever sorry for the education and the change?" he asked. "Sorry? Oh, no! His profession is his life.

Upon the forefinger of his left hand he displayed a thick snake-ring of tarnished metal, and he had a large, overblown rose in his button-hole. His mustaches had been carefully waxed, his hair cropped, and his hawklike, subtle, and yet violent face well washed for the great occasion. With bold familiarity he seized Maurice's hand. "Buon giorno, signore. Come sta lei?" "Benissimo."

Gaspare came after him, sank down in the bottom of the boat, caught him by the arms, stared into his face, saw him smiling. "Sta bene Lei?" he cried. "Sta bene?" "Benissimo." The boy let go of him and, still staring at him, burst into a passion of tears that seemed almost angry. "Gaspare! What is it? What's the matter?" He put out his hand to touch the boy's dripping clothes. "What has happened?"

No, his nieces would not be with him, he had told Vittorio. One was gone to Torcello, and the other had an engagement for the evening, which Vittorio thought peccato. The padrone proposed to float about in the moonlight for a while, and listen to the music, and this, at least, was benissimo and commanded the gondolier's warmest approval.

"She has said her say and left us, Signor Lucis. Will you not go too? You will not marry her. Benissimo! We wish you good-evening." "You are very easy, signorina mia," he answered resentfully; "but I cannot forgive." "Who asked your forgiveness?" she retorted.

The little capital due to you." "Not a word!" "That's odd. Was soil es bedeuten? By the bye, I suppose you speak German well?" "Tolerably." "And French?" "Moderately." "Benissimo!" Daniel had just lit a cigar; he lounged gracefully, observing his brother with an eye of veiled keenness. "Well, I think there is no harm in telling you that you are entitled to something your mother's money, you know."