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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Hand me that cane it is my fishing-rod, you know through this hole; you can leave the sketch-book and paint-box under the tree that the donkey fell against, I will call for them some day soon. And, Valeria, don't you think we could make our lips meet through this beastly hole?" "Impossible. There's my hand; heavens! Croppo would murder me if he knew. Now keep quiet till I give the signal.
"You artists are sad rogues; what chances your profession must give you!" remarked my companion, as he cast an admiring glance on Valeria and rode discreetly on. "There is nothing to be afraid of, lovely Valeria," I said, in a low tone, as I lingered behind; "be sure I will never betray either your or your rascally hem! I mean your excellent Croppo.
"Hand me that cane it is my fishing-rod, you know through this hole; you can leave the sketch-book and paint-box under the tree that the donkey fell against; I will call for them some day soon. And, Valeria, don't you think we could make our lips meet through this beastly hole?" "Impossible. There's my hand; heavens! Croppo would murder me if he knew. Now keep quiet till I give the signal.
About eighteen months after this I heard of the capture and execution of Croppo, and I knew that Valeria was free; but I had unexpectedly inherited a property and was engaged to be married. I am now a country gentleman with a large family.
"I am known too well now to risk another meeting. I shall be in hiding with Croppo, where it will be impossible for you to find me, nor while he lives could I ever dare to think of leaving him; but I shall never forget you," and she pressed my hands to her lips, "though I shall no longer have the picture of the donkey to remember you by."
I was about to recognise her with an exclamation, when I saw a hurried motion of her finger to her lip, which looked a natural gesture to the casual observer, but which I construed into a sign of prudence. "Where did you pick him up, Croppo?" she asked, carelessly. "He ought to be worth something." "Just twelve bajocchi," he answered, with a sneering laugh.
About eighteen months after this, I heard of the capture and execution of Croppo, and I knew that Valeria was free; but I had unexpectedly inherited a property, and was engaged to be married. I am now a country gentleman with a large family.
I said, a bright idea suddenly striking me. "Suppose I were to write to my government how would that do?" Croppo was evidently puzzled; my cheerful and unembarrassed manner apparently perplexed him. He had a suspicion that I was even capable of the audacity of making a fool of him, and yet that proposition about the government rather staggered him; there might be something in it.
By the way, was that man much hurt that I was obliged to trip up?" "Hurt! Santa Maria, he is dead, with a bullet through his heart. Croppo says it must have been magic; for he had searched you, and he knew you were not armed, and he was within a hundred yards of you when poor Pippo fell, and he heard no sound."
There was a heap of onions running to seed, the fagots of firewood which Valeria had brought that afternoon, and an old cask or two. "Won't you give him some kind of a bed?" she asked Croppo. "Bah! he can sleep on the onions," responded that worthy. "If he had been more civil and intelligent he should have had something to eat.
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