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He was hard man, not so ver bad, but ver poor. Then I have a cart and sell fruit, banan, orange, apple, in de street, four year. After that I have fruit stand on Tremont Street three year. I do ver well, and have five fruit stands; and now I buy apples to send to Genoa and Messina." "But Tomaso, where's little Tomaso?" grandmother Ruth exclaimed. Emilio's face saddened.
And throughout the house, as they visited from box to box, the men would say to the ladies: "La Cataneo is not yet Emilio's." "She is unwise," said the old women. "She will tire him out." "Forse!" Some women were indignant, thought the whole thing ill-judged, and declared that it was a misapprehension of religion to allow it to smother love.
The doctor whispered a few words to Vendramin, and la Tinti was uneasy. "What are you plotting?" she inquired of the Prince's friend. "Are you kind-hearted?" said the doctor in her ear, with the sternness of an operator. The words pierced to her comprehension like a dagger-thrust to her heart. "It is to save Emilio's life," added Vendramin. "Come here," said the doctor to Clarina.
He knew how watchful a Sicilian can be, how unyielding in attention to his mistresses, if he thinks they need protection. But perhaps this Gaspare was to be bribed. Instinctively the Marchesino put his hand into his waistcoat pocket, and began to feel the money there. Yes, there was a gold piece. "Come, Panacci!" Emilio's hand touched his shoulder, and he followed the ladies out of the room.
We in France France as the growing mania for English proprieties has made it can form no idea of the serious interest taken in this affair by Venetian society. Vendramini alone knew Emilio's secret, which was carefully kept between two men who had, for private pleasure, combined their coats of arms with the motto Non amici, frates.
Selvapendente the Paglia does the Signora see the bridge down there? veda lei, under Selvapendente? Those forests on the mountain there they belong all to the Casa Guerrini tutto, tutto! as far as the Signorina can see! And that little house there, on the hill that casa di caccia that was poor Don Emilio's, that was killed in the war.
'It was Emilio's craze, she said abruptly. 'He knew every animal on the place. In his regiment they called him the "vet.," because he was always patching up the sick and broken mules. One of his last messages to me was about an old horse. He taught me a few things and sometimes I am of use till the farrier comes. There was a little silence, which the Contessa broke abruptly.
The first floor, worthy of the antique glories of Venice, displayed to Emilio's waking eyes the magnificence of which he had just been dreaming, and the fairy had exercised admirable taste. Splendor worthy of a parvenu sovereign was to be seen even in the smallest details. Emilio wandered about without remark from anybody, and surprise followed on surprise.
Poor Emilio's farewell would be published in all the journals of Europe: the finding of the letter would be on every one's lips. And how conceal those fatal words on the back? At the moment, it seemed to me that fortune could not have given me a handsomer chance of destroying my rival than in letting me find the letter which he stood convicted of having suppressed.
"But, carino," said she in Emilio's ear, "are not you as far better than every expression of love, as cause is superior to effect?" After handing the Duchess to her gondola, Emilio waited for Vendramin to go to Florian's. The Cafe Florian at Venice is a quite undefinable institution. Merchants transact their business there, and lawyers meet to talk over their most difficult cases.
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