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Nera Boccarini, of course," responded two or three voices, amid a general titter. "I don't think Nobili cares a straw about Nera," put in the languid Franchi, drawling out his words. "I have heard quite another story about Nobili. Give Nera to Ruspoli. He seems about to take her for life. I wish him joy!" with a sneer. "Ruspoli likes English manners.
Franchi, cracking a walnut, "it is difficult to be an atheist." "Why so?" asked Henry dreamily, biting a ripe black fig, and wishing that the ex-cardinal had not thought it necessary to give so lovely and familiar an opening phrase so tedious an end. "Don't tell me," he added quickly, repenting his thoughtless question. "What nightingales! What figs! And what apricocks!"
He jostled into his friend the English clergyman, who said, "Ah, Mr. Beechtree. I want to introduce you to Dr. Franchi." He led Henry by the arm to the corner where the alert-looking ex-cardinal stood, talking with the Spaniard whom Henry had noticed in the lift at the Secretariat buildings. "Mr.
As an honourable man he had kept away from the house, and then on being reproached by his friend, had frankly told him the reason. In return, his friend, who was just setting off for Mexico, commended his wife, Emilie, whom he adored and trusted absolutely, to his care, and asked his wife to consider Louis de Franchi as her brother.
"He's gone," continued Orazio, falling back exhausted on his chair, "but his papers " Here Franchi thought it right to pause and faintly wink. "I'll tell you the rest when I have smoked a cigar. Give me a light." "No, no, you must smoke afterward," said Orsetti, rapping him smartly on the back. "Go on what about Marescotti's papers?"
Châteaugrand added that he hoped M. de Franchi bore no malice against his opponent. "No, no, I forgive him!" said Louis. "But tell him to leave Paris. He must go." The dying man spoke with difficulty. He reminded me of my promise, and asked me, as he fell back, to look at my watch. It was exactly ten minutes past nine, and Louis was dead.
His very brother had succumbed to the French spirit, and on his return would settle down as an advocate at Ajaccio, and probably prosecute men who killed their enemies in a vendetta. "And I, too, am engaged in affairs unworthy of a De Franchi," he concluded. "You have come to Corsica with curiosity about its inhabitants. If you care to set out with me after supper, I will show you a real bandit."
You are full of wickedness, spite of your laziness." Franchi opened his eyes, stretched himself, then yawned, and leaned his head upon his arm that rested on one of the small tables near. "News? oh! ah! There is plenty of news, but I am too tired to tell it." "News! and I not know it!" cried Count Malatesta. Several others spoke, then all gathered round Franchi.
Then he clapped his hands "One, two, three." Two shots went off at the same moment, and Louis de Franchi fell. His opponent was unhurt. I rushed to Louis and raised him up. Blood came to his lips. It was useless to send for a surgeon. Château-Renard had withdrawn, but his seconds hastened to express their horror at the fatal ending of the combat.
The human heart is truly a strange mixture. "I have myself, last night, together with the three gentlemen I mentioned, been along the tunnel as far as the château cellar. We could not, of course, then enter it, and we returned the way we came. Dr. Franchi does not know that his secret has been discovered.
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