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She waited an instant, watching him shyly, then said: "Now I must show this to Vittoria. But please don't look so frightened." The next instant she was gone. When Miss Fabrizi entered her room, a half-hour later, it was to find her with her eyes red from weeping. As for Norvin, he had risen to the occasion as best he could.
"Will you stop to dinner with me? Fabrizi and Sacconi have promised to stay." "Thanks; but I was going to see Signora Bolla home." "Are you really afraid I can't get home by myself?" she asked, rising and putting on her wrap. "Of course he will stay with you, Dr. Riccardo; it's good for him to get a change. He doesn't go out half enough."
Was she beautiful?" "Very!" "Don't say it that way. Goodness! How I hate her!" Miss Warren flounced back into the corner of the hammock, and Norvin said with a laugh: "No wonder you have a train of suitors." "I've never seen a really beautiful Italian woman except Vittoria Fabrizi, of course." "Your friend, the nurse?" "Yes, and she's not really Italian, she's just like anybody else.
While anxiously waiting for some word from Oliveta he took up, with O'Neil, the investigation of Joe Poggi, the Italian detective. Before definite results had been obtained he was delighted to receive a visit from Vittoria Fabrizi, who explained that she had risked coming to see him because she dared not trust the mails and feared to bring him into the foreign quarter.
She had flounced into Vittoria's room to gossip while she combed her hair. "Mr. La Branche says it's all his fault, and he's terribly grieved," Miss Fabrizi told her. "Now, now! Your eyes are fairly popping out." "Wouldn't your eyes pop out if the handsomest, the richest, the bravest man in New Orleans deliberately took his life in his hands to see you and be near you?"
They showed him the description paper, and he told them all the rubbish he could think of about 'the fiend they call the Gadfly. Then at night, when they were asleep, he poured a bucketful of water into their powder and decamped, with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition " "Ah, here's the paper," Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez, called: The Gadfly.
"But, my dear man, this is no ordinary case. Now that I have explained, I shall go, first apologizing to Mr. La Branche for disturbing him." "No, you won't" The master of the house stepped aside, holding his light on high. "Miss Fabrizi is my guest," he said, quietly, "so no explanations are necessary. This man is but doing his duty, and, therefore, Mr.
She noted with a start that the candle was gone, so she lit a new one and, kneeling for many minutes, prayed earnestly for strength to do the right and to quench the leaping, dazzling flame which had been kindled in her heart. Several days later Vittoria Fabrizi led Bernie Dreux into the room where Norvin lay.
He was still lost in thoughts of the important step which he contemplated when he heard the rustle of a woman's garment behind him and rose as a tall figure entered the room. "Miss Fabrizi?" he inquired. "I came to find you " He paused, for the girl had given a smothered cry. The light was poor and the shadows played tricks with his eyes. He stepped forward, peering strangely at her, then halted.
Madame la Branche's best black shawl was drawn about her plump and dimpled shoulders. Assuming a hollow tone, she inquired: "Do you see any other change in me?" "Yes. And I rather like that way of doing your hair." "Vittoria says I look like a picture of Sister Dolorosa, or something." "Is Miss Fabrizi in?" "In? How could she be out? Isn't she a dear, Norvin? I knew you'd meet some day."
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