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Nevertheless he put them down again, and went on carving a wooden cow for the little Carolina, with a puzzled look in his black eyes. "Gino," Vincenza stopped undressing the baby suddenly when the thought came to her. "Go thou and ask Biaggio. He has been many years in this country, and, besides, he is also a Genovese. He will tell thee."
Luigi's eyes cleared, but he condescended to make no reply. It is not for a man to take the advice of a woman. But when it was dark, and Vincenza had gone to lie down with the Little One, Luigi took his hat and went over to the shop of Biaggio Franchini. Biaggio listened attentively; his pudgy hands, crossed on his stomach, rose and fell with the undulations of the rolls of flesh beneath.
There was a look of real sorrow in his dark eyes as he slipped a shiny quarter across the counter. "She left only two," he explained, "the reason I do not know. Perhaps next time " "It is nothing, nothing between friends." Biaggio slipped the quarter into the cigar box under the counter and smiled a fat smile at Luigi.
But when the week passed and the Lady in Brown Fur did not come, Luigi's forehead wrinkled with the effort to understand. When the second had gone, Luigi was openly troubled. When the third was half over, he again took his hat and went over to the shop of Biaggio. As before Biaggio listened attentively, his eyes closed, until Luigi had finished.
Didst think it was for love of thee or the red curls of thy Vincenza?" "Marvelous, most marvelous," murmured Luigi, "and it is possible then for all people to get " "Ma, that no one can explain," and Biaggio shrugged his shoulders; in a gesture of absolute inability to solve the problem. "She will come then again, this lady?" Luigi leaned forward eagerly. He was beginning to grasp it.
When I said once, sometimes twice in the week thou knowest it is not possible to have more often, when one waits to buy the house then it was she put on the table the three dollars, and gave me a paper to sign " "Thou didst sign nothing?" Biaggio spoke eagerly. "No. Once I signed the paper in English and it cost me two dollars; not again. I said I could not write, and she wrote for me."
"It is for thee to say stop, my son, if thou hast in thy head anything but fat. But thou art a Genovese. Only I say," Biaggio laid a grimy thumb across his lips and winked knowingly "Tell to none." "Thanks, many thanks friend," Luigi's voice was deeply grateful, "perhaps some day I can do for thee ?"
And now, without to ask my advice, you make the stupidness, bah " "Ma, Dio mio," Luigi's hands made angry protest against the invective of Biaggio, "I said only like a man of sense. It is her job, it make no difference " "Blood of the Lamb! Thou hast been in America eight months, and thou dost not know that they are mad, all quite mad, to work? Never do they stop.
"Of course it is possible you have made a mistake but " Luigi leaned forward eagerly. "It is possible then to " "All things are possible," Biaggio nodded his head at the sausages, blinking like a large, fat owl. Then he stopped. "Perhaps, you will tell to me," Luigi was forced to it at last. Biaggio gave a little grunt as if he were being brought back from a deep meditation.
In the course of the campaign, two instances occurred which served to show how greatly courage is admired even in enemies, and how much cowardice and pusillanimity are despised. Biaggio del Melano was castellan in the fortress of Monte Petroso.
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