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At all events, this, I suspect, was the reasoning of Dr. Riccabocca, when one morning, after a long walk with Miss Hazeldean, he muttered to himself, "Duro con duro Non fete mai buon muro," which may bear the paraphrase, "Bricks without mortar would make a very bad wall." There was quite enough in Miss Jemima's disposition to make excellent mortar: the doctor took the bricks to himself.
On the eastern side of the town rises the imposing Castello del Buon Consiglio, once the residence of the Prince-Bishops but now a barracks for Italian soldiery.
A merry poet he was and without conceit and his good humor merited the extra silver pieces I gave him, which caused him, to wish me "Buon appetito e un sorriso della Madonna!" Yet some of the quaint conceits strung together by such a fellow as this improvisatore might furnish material for many of the so called "poets" whose names are mysteriously honored in Britain.
January was spring at the Villa Arcadie, and as she went downstairs a strong scent of heliotrope and narcissi was wafted towards her. A boy stood in the hall carrying a basket. "Buon giorno, Beppino. Oh, what lovely flowers! Tell Giovanni to bring them to me in the salone, will you?" Crossing the hall she went into the dining-room, and there, as she had expected, sat Pammy.
I took the hint, thanked them all for a very pleasant evening and wished them "Buon riposo." The brigadier shut me in for the night, promising to call me in the morning, and the legend above my bedroom door was "Comandante della Brigata." In the morning he knocked while it was still dark.
"Quando fui desto da certi rumori Di buon sonagli ed allettar di cani" he began to blink; with the quick direction to the huntsman "Deh, vanne innanzi, presto Capellaio," he stifled a smile. But the calling of the hounds by their names broke down his guard. Angioletto shrilled them out in a high, boyish voice
"Buon' Dio, ecco miracolo!" said Castracane hoarsely, and kissed again. Again his nestling companion gave no sign but a quiver. Castracane surveyed the stars. "A miracle has certainly happened," he said. "I feel very queer. My head swims, fingers and toes tingle; I seem to have hot lead in my legs. It may be that I am empty. I think it is a miracle; but as yet I see no angel."
Nature was whispering her "Buon riposo!" Her hushed voice spoke withdrawn among the mountains, withdrawn upon the spaces of the sea. The heat of the golden day was blessed, but after it how blessed was the cool of the dim night! Again she thought that the God who had placed man in the magnificent scheme of the world must have intended and wished him to be always happy there.
"A thousand thanks, Excellency," said the boy, with a bow that was magnificent; and he proceeded to distribute the money between various obscure pockets. "A thousand thanks, Excellency," said the girl, with a courtesy. "Addio, a buon' viaggio," said Peter. "Addio, Eccellenze," said the boy. "Addio, Eccellenze," said the girl.
Gaspare scooped out a hollow for Delarey, rolled up his jacket as a pillow for his padrone's head, murmured a "Buon riposo!" lay down near him, buried his face in his arms, and almost directly began to breathe with a regularity that told its tale of youthful, happy slumber. It was dark in the cave and quite warm.
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