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His long legs enabled him to outstrip the others, and in an almost breathless voice he begged Uncle John to choose his carriage: "the besta carrozza ina town!" "We don't want to ride," was the answer. The cabman implored. Certainly they must make the Amalfi drive, or to Massa Lubrense or Saint' Agata or at least Il Deserto!
I also know what I would do. Besta! What is the use of building castles in the air?" "In the air, or not in the air, if I had a million, I know what I would do." "I would have a newspaper," said Marzio. "Whew! how it would sting!" "It would sting you, and bleed you into the bargain," returned the lawyer with some contempt. "No one makes mosey out of newspapers in these times.
Joe turned slowly and looked behind him at the blank boards of the unpainted door. Just as slowly he turned back to Casey. A slow grin split his leathery face. "Ain't nobody. It's the hootch. Told yuh, didn't I? Gittin' the best of yuh, ain't it? C'mon I'll show yuh how it's made." "Take a barr'l t' git the besta Casey Ry'n," Casey boasted, his words blurring noticeably. "Where's y'r White Mule?
"Oh, don't bother me." "We may as well drive to Amalfi to-morrow," suggested Beth. "It is the proper thing to do, Uncle." "All right; we'll go, then." "You take my carrozza, signore?" begged the cabman. "It is besta ina town." "Let us see it." Instantly the crowd scampered back to the square, followed more leisurely by Uncle John and the girls.
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