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Updated: May 1, 2025
There was pure white coral, in long branches, studded with tiny points, like the wraith of the fairy thorn; there were great piles of the delicate fan-coral, which the sailors call sea-fans, and which Franci would hold out to every girl who had any pretence to good looks, with his most gracious bow, and "Young lady like to fan herself, keep the sun off, here you air, ladies!"
By this, my mother, and I after her, inherit this house, this garden, these possessions such as they are. If I desire, son of mine, I may come here to-day to live, sell the 'Nautilus, or cut her cable and let her drift down the river, with Rento and Franci, and all the shells; and I may live here in my house, to what do you say? cultivate my lands, eat grass and give it to the cattle?
"There is a school of flying-fish in the cabin. Better see to them!" "Si, Señor!" said Franci, and disappeared down the hatchway. "Is there?" asked the boy John, with great eyes of wonder. The Skipper smiled, and shook his head. "Franci understands me," he said. "I wish to tell him that he go about his business, and not linger, as you say, loaf about the deck.
Rento advanced toward him with uplifted hand, and the agile Spaniard slipped round the mast and disappeared. "What was he saying?" asked John, vaguely feeling that something was wrong. "Nothin', nothin' at all," Rento said, quietly. "He was givin' me some talk, that was all. It's all he has to give, seemin'ly; kind o' fool person he is, Franci; don't ye take no heed what he says.
John nodded appreciation, and wondered how old Franci was. "To possess beauty," said the latter, gravely, "is a responsibility, my friend. It is a burden, my soul! Franci has shed tears over it, the tears of a poet. You have read of Apollo, at least you have heard of him, the god of poetry, of music, of grace? yes? Behold him, Colorado! He lives before you, in the form of Franci.
I say, we can play all kind of things, can't we? We'll be pirates only good pirates, and we'll scour the seas, and save all the shipwrecked people, won't we? I love to play things." "Come to my heart, angelic child!" cried Franci, flinging out his arms once more. "At length I am understood, I am appreciated, I have found a comrade! That I weep on thy bosom, Colorado!"
The mermaids under the water, they have among themselves no sheet-music, so on shells they must read it. Can the young lady follow the notes if she take the shell in her hand?" He laid the lovely thing in the girl's hand, and marked how the polished lip and the soft pink palm wore the same tender shade of rose; but he said nothing of this, for he was not Franci. Lena examined the shell curiously.
Truly, it was a great day in the village. The Skipper welcomed one and all. He stood by the gang-plank, and Franci stood by him, cap in hand, smiling in a beautiful way. On the rail were perched two little monkeys, their arms round each other's shoulders, their bright eyes watching with eager curiosity all that went on.
Scraper would be angry and frightened about me, and not know where I was, I should like to stay on board all my life." "That is right!" said the Skipper, heartily. "That is the prisoner that I like to have. I am not a cruel pirate, as some; I like to make happy my captives. Franci, lemonade, on the after-deck here!"
"Eleven men were kept behind, either because it was afterwards thought advisable not to release them, as in the case of Longo and Delli Franci, two artillery officers, who were still in the dungeons of Gaeta. Whenever the prisoners were too sick to be moved, as was the case with Pironti, who was paralytic; or because they were in some provincial dungeons too remote from Naples."
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