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Updated: July 19, 2025
"They tell me I shall get rid of my sling in a fortnight," said the young man. "Brando, my good friend, I'm going to Italy to-morrow I wanted to say good-bye to you and to the cure. That's why I asked you to come here." "You're in a fine hurry," said Brandolaccio. "Only acquitted yesterday, and you're off to-morrow." "Business must be attended to," said the young lady merrily.
At a sign from the theologian, Brandolaccio had plunged with him into the maquis, to the great relief of Miss Lydia, who for the first time fancied the local colour of the bandits' wild beards and warlike equipment was a trifle too strong. At last Orso stirred. Instantly, Colomba bent over him, and kissed him again and again, pouring out questions anent his wound, his suffering, and his needs.
Besides, you have promised to paint my picture, and you haven't even begun it so far. And then I've promised to compose you a serenata, with seventy-five verses. And then but what can Brusco be growling about? And here's Brandolaccio running after him. I must go and see what's amiss."
'Now, rascal, said I to the peasant, 'take your money, and never dare to suspect Giocanto Castriconi of a mean trick again! "The poor devil, all of a tremble, picked up his sixty-five francs without taking the trouble to wipe them. He thanked me, I gave him a good parting kick, and he may be running away still, for all I know." "Ah, cure!" said Brandolaccio, "I envy you that shot!
"Colomba, take Miss Nevil away! for God's sake!" "You're strong, Signorina Colomba," said Brandolaccio. "Catch hold of his shoulders; I'll take his feet. That's it! Now, then march!" In spite of his protests, they began to carry him rapidly along. Miss Lydia was following them, in a terrible fright, when a gun was fired, and five or six other reports instantly responded.
As they entered the room they doffed their caps respectfully. The effect produced by their sudden appearance may be conceived. The mayor almost fell backward. His sons threw themselves boldly in front of him, each one feeling for his dagger in his coat pocket. The prefect made a step toward the door, and Orso, seizing Brandolaccio by the collar, shouted: "What have you come here for, you villain?"
Nevertheless, curiosity, and, it may be, his desire to put off the moment when he must return home, induced him to remain where he was, and continue his conversation with the two men, each of whom had at least one murder on his conscience. While his comrade was talking, Brandolaccio was laying bread and meat in front of him.
Miss Lydia screamed and Brandolaccio swore an oath, but he doubled his pace, and Colomba, imitating him, tore through the thicket without paying the slightest heed to the branches that slashed her face and tore her dress. "Bend down, bend down, dear!" she called out to her companion. "You may be hit by some stray bullet!"
"Well," said Orso, with a smile, "when I was lucky enough to be your guest, I wasn't in very good case for enjoying the charms of your position, and my ribs still ache when I think of the ride I took one lovely night, thrown like a bundle across an unsaddled horse that my good friend Brandolaccio guided."
"It strikes me, gentlemen, that if the three Poli brothers Gambini, Sarocchi, and Teodoro should happen to be at the Cross of Santa Christina, with Brandolaccio and the Padre, they might give you a good deal of corn to grind. If you mean to have a talk with the Commandante della Campagna, I'd just as soon not be there. In the dark, bullets don't show any respect for persons."
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