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He shrugged his shoulders slightly as he looked back and saw Gerald and Frank coming slowly out together. "Coraggio!" said Jack to himself, "it is I who am the true philanthropist. Let us do evil that good may come."
He raised his visor and each man saw his leader's face as the face of a conqueror. "Coraggio, Signori!" he cried; "our cause is just! God and San Giovanni make strong our arms!" Well might he be proud of this noble company pressing forward silently, but with quickening pace, at sight of the urgency in their leader's face.
"And we must leave her here?" "Yes, signorina." "I will get the sheet." He helped her to rise from her knees. Looking down she saw a stain of blood on her skirt, and she clung to his arm for a moment, swaying as though she would fall. There was a murmur among the people of pity and sympathy. "Poveretta! Che disgrazia!" "Coraggio!" the carabiniere said gently.
When they called "Avanti!" it was a piercing cry, and when the call "Coraggio!" went through their lines, it changed to a dull, thunderous roll. The entire company now stood close-packed up against the slope of the trench, their faces as of stone, restrained, pale as chalk, with lipless mouths, each man's gun in position a single beast of prey with a hundred eyes and arms. "Don't shoot!
At the church door she collapsed from pain. The recluse placed her on his chair and ran to the cistern to get a glass of water. The Italian maid, her eyes bulging with fright, leaned over the poor woman, petting her: "Poverina! Poverina!... Coraggio!"
Then we saw some troops separate from the main body and advance to the foot of the wall, and in the twinkling of an eye they scaled it, amid a hot fire from the insurgents, whom we heard shouting out, ‘Coraggio! coraggio!’ from behind the walls.
Some of the men cried out aloud in their hate and rage when new groups emerged out there behind the thinning rows. The barrels of the rifles glowed with heat and still the rumbling cries of "Coraggio!" came nearer and nearer.
Ah, if she were only in the Lipari Isles she would speak with Teodora Amalfi, speak with her till the blood flowed! She set her teeth, and her face looked almost old in the sunshine. "Coraggio, Lucrezia!" laughed Gaspare. "He will come back some day when when he has sold enough to the people of the isles! But where is the padrone, Dio mio? Signorino! Signorino!"
Her heart was with the launch, as the seaman's is with his boat when it resists, surely for his sake consciously, the assault of the great sea. "Coraggio!" She was murmuring the word. Gaspare looked at her. And the word was in his eyes as it should be in all eyes that look at youth. And the launch strove on. "Coraggio! Coraggio!" The spray was in her face. Her hair was wet with the rain.
His wan, pinched face was ashen and he shivered wretchedly. Yet he strove to play the man, and his pitiful attempt at self-control roused something tender and protective in his captor. Laying a reassuring hand upon his shoulder, Blake said, gently: "Coraggio! No harm shall befall you." "I do not wish to die, Excellency." "You will not die.
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