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While Giuseppe de' Franchi was pleading desperately to a bored Prelate, explaining how he could solve the Jewish question, how he could play upon his brethren as David upon the harp, if he could only get them under the spell of his voice, a gentleman of the bed-chamber brought in a refection on a silver tray, the Preguste tasted of the food to ensure its freedom from poison, though it came from the Papal kitchen, and at a sign from his Holiness, Giuseppe had to stand aside.
Apathy held him, drinking cherry brandy under the moon, and he could not care. Woman question? Man question? What was all this prating? "And now," said Dr. Franchi, as he enjoyed a cigar and Henry a cigarette and both their liqueurs, "let us talk of this mysterious business of poor Svensen." "Yes, do let's," said Henry, for this was much more in his line. "I may misjudge you, Mr.
By whatever means, they arrive at the château, and are there accommodated in what is known as the Keep Wing, which has the appearance of a large, commodious and many-roomed guest house, but which is as strongly guarded as a prison. They are not ill-treated; they are made comfortable; often they dine in company with Dr. Franchi, who enjoys their society and keeps them well amused.
I was relieved to find that he was not suffering from illness, and I told him of the anxiety of his family concerning his health. M. de Franchi replied that he had not been ill, but that he had been suffering from a very bitter disappointment, aggravated by the knowledge that his own suffering caused his brother to suffer, too. He hoped, however, that time would heal the wound in his heart.
"No, hardly yet, sir," said the unknown lady. "Now I know why you were so persistent. You have wagered to bring me here to supper, and I supposed you were taking me to sup with one of my own friends." Both Château-Renard and D besought the lady to stay, but the fair unknown, after expressing her thanks to D for his welcome, turned to M. Louis de Franchi, and asked him to escort her home.
"Why did you come so late, Nobili?" asked Orsetti, turning his head, and speaking in the pause of a waltz with Luisa Bernardini. "You must go at once and talk to Trenta about the cotillon." "Well, Nobili, you gave us a splendid entertainment for the festival," said Franchi. "Per Dio! there were no women to trouble us." "No women!" exclaimed Civilla "that was the only fault. Divine woman!
And in the ecstasy of this union with the human brotherhood and the divine fatherhood, and with Christ, its symbol, Giuseppe de' Franchi saw not the dark, haggard faces of his brethren in the crowd, the hate that smouldered in their dusky eyes as the festal procession passed by.
"What discord, where all was harmony and brotherhood!" continued Dr. Franchi sadly. "Not quite all. Never quite all, even before," corrected Lord John, who, though an idealist, faced facts. "There were always elements of ... But we were on the way; we were progressing. And now this." He waved his hand impatiently at the vociferous Slavs, and then at the door of the Assembly Hall.
They spoke, of course, of the League. "It has a great future," said Dr. Franchi, "by saying which I by no means wish to underrate its present." "Rather capitalist in tendency, perhaps?" the correspondent of the British Bolshevist suggested. "A little too much in the hands of the major states?" But he did not really care. "You misjudge it," Dr. Franchi said.
Helena de' Franchi gave the news of the ban to Giuseppe de' Franchi. She had learned it from one of her damsels, who had had it from Shloumi the Droll, a graceless, humorous rogue, steering betwixt Jews and Christians his shifty way to profit. Giuseppe smiled a sweet smile that hovered on the brink of tears. "They know not what they do," he said. "Thy parents mourn thee as dead."
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