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Bero put his hand to his sword. Mae sprang up. "No," she said, gently, "no, my friend, for you have always been kind and friendly to me. Pray go." Bero was touched by this. This little girl had taken only good from him, after all, sympathy and friendliness. Norman was touched also with the same thought. Then the officer smiled pleasantly.
What do you say to the bay of Naples, and oranges for our luncheon day after tomorrow?" And Mae laughed lightly and joyously. Her little burnt taper fell to the ground, and she clasped her hands together. "What a happy thing life will be!" "Will you live there and be a peasant forever?" asked Bero, leaning forward. "There are villas by the sea, too, Signorina." Mae didn't hear these last words.
"We'll have the coronation day after to-morrow," replied Bero, very earnestly still. "Tell me about her," and Mae nodded her head toward the strange lady. "There is little to tell," said Bero, in a quiet tone. "Her brother is well known in Rome as an artist. He lives there with his sister and an old duenna.
Mae gazed at him in delight, and sprang up warmly, holding out both her hot hands, "How is Heaven?" asked Bero, as he raised the white fingers to his lips. "That is not the custom with us," said Mae, withdrawing her hand. "But what is custom in Heaven?" he laughed. "Can't we do as we please in our Heaven, Signorina?" "This isn't our Heaven, and I don't please.
"O, she is like a vestal virgin with her light, or a queen with a sceptre," cried Mae exultingly. "She may be the vestal virgin, but the queen is by my side," said Bero earnestly. Mae wished he would not talk in this way, and she tried to laugh it off. "I have no sceptre or crown; I'm but a poor queen in my common garb."
Andrea's, at vesper time. "Bero." "And this is the day," said Mae, dropping the note. "And the very hour, allowing the bride and the sun a few minutes each," added Norman, glancing at the clock. They gaze quietly out of the window of their lodgings on the Borgo Ognissante, but Mae sees far away beyond the Arno, into the church of St.
She only smiled feebly and faintly. Bero had never seen her thus before, but he realized dimly that it was he who had changed her, and the sense of his own power excited him the more. He bent his proud head and flashed his beautiful eyes as he lifted the oars to the locks, and silently pulled out toward the bay.
Mae read in a Roman paper the betrothal announcement of the Signor Bero and Signorina Lillia Taria. "I would like to send them a real beautiful present," said she, and Norman did not say no.
"I understand, Mustapha, this kafir is a regular Kessehgou, he makes one story breed another; but it is late, see that he attends to-morrow afternoon, Bero! Go, infidel, the muezzin calls to prayers." Eastern story-teller. The Spaniard quitted the sublime presence, and in obedience to the call of the muezzin, the pacha and Mustapha paid their customary evening devotions to the bottle.
Oh, how I do long for Carnival," continued Mae, frankly and confidentially. "Don't you? I am like a child over it, I am trying already to persuade Eric that is my brother to take me down on the Corso the last night, for the Mocoletti. It would be much better fun than staying on our balcony." "Where is your balcony?" asked Bero, stroking his long moustaches.
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