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She crept out of the house and said: "Poor Carlo, poor doggie, come to me!" and then she took snow and washed out Carlo's mouth and patted him on the head until he felt all right again. Carlo never forgot the little girl's kindness, and he never stole eggs any more. Just as old Grizzly stopped speaking, "Tap, tap," was heard on the window. They looked up and saw Bushy Tail outside. "Let him in.
Wilfrid requested her to confide her hand to him. 'My hand is engaged, she said. Bowing ceremoniously, Wilfrid passed on, and Vittoria, with Carlo and Luciano and her maid Giacinta, followed between files of bayonets through the dusky passages, and downstairs into the night air. Vittoria spoke in Carlo's ear: 'I have been unkind to him. I had a great affection for him in England.
Alix noticed, laughed, rose, and, lifting the covering, said: "This is my harp, Suzanne; later I will play it for you." The second evening and those that followed, papa, despite Carlo's representation and the magnificent moonlight, opposed the continuation of the journey by night; and it was not until the morning of the fifth day that we reached St. James.
So the Monkey and the Grasshopper sat there talking together. The Monkey told the different things that had happened to him from the time he had awakened in a box on the breakfast table until he fell off Carlo's back. "Do you have any adventures here in the meadow?" asked the chap who had been cutting up Monkeyshines. "Oh, yes, we have had things happen here," said the Grasshopper.
Until daylight Merthyr sat by himself, trying to realize the progressive steps of the destiny which seemed like a visible hand upon Count Ammiani, that he might know it to be nothing else than Carlo's work. He sat in darkness in the room where Carlo had spoken, thinking of him as living and dead.
"War is a matter of blows, my little lad." "Let me inform you, signor Colonel, that war is not a game between bulls, to be played with the horns of the head." "You are prepared to instruct me?" The fiery Bergamasc lifted his eyebrows. "Nay, nay!" said Agostino. "Between us two first;" and he grasped Carlo's arm, saying in an underbreath, "Your last retort was too long- winded.
"Not if you keep your tongue from wagging," interposed Ugo Corte, fevered by this unseasonable exhibition of what was to him manifestly a lover's frenzied selfishness. He moved off, indifferent to Carlo's retort. Marco Sana and Giulio Bandinelli were already talking aside with the Chief. "Signor Carlo, not a hand shall touch me," said the signorina.
The field of battle was reached; the engagement, in which his command met with a great loss, commenced and ended, and, when the particulars of the disaster were inventoried, it was ascertained that a Confederate bullet had taken the rudimentary claw from Carlo's left fore-leg. This was his first wound, and he bore it like a hero without a whine or even a limp. A private of Co.
He drew on his gloves, and named the place whither he was going, aloud. 'Excellency, said the waiter, while taking up and pretending to reckon the money for the bill: 'they have asked me whether there are two Counts Ammiani in Milan. Carlo's eyebrows started. 'Can they be after me? he thought, and said: 'Certainly; there is twice anything in this world, and Milan is the epitome of it.
She had patiently submitted to the fact of his betrothal to Vittoria, which was his safeguard in similar perils; and she rather hoped for Violetta to wean him from his extreme republicanism. By arguments? By influence, perhaps. Carlo's republicanism was preternatural in her sight, and she presumed that Violetta would talk to him discreetly and persuasively of the noble designs of the king.
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