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Go to Rome, and ask the blessing of His minister, the Holy Father. Peace be with you!" The Gadfly bent his head to receive the benediction, and turned slowly away. "Stop!" said Montanelli. He was standing with one hand on the chancel rail. "When you receive the Holy Eucharist in Rome," he said, "pray for one in deep affliction for one on whose soul the hand of the Lord is heavy."
I did, never a more pig-headed man in England than Geoffrey Lindon, or, in a sense, a duller. But, just then, I was not prepared to admit it to his child. 'You know what an absurd objection he has to Paul. There was an appreciative hesitation before she uttered the fellow's Christian name, when it came it was with an accent of tenderness which stung me like a gadfly.
None of the Bembex-wasps, whether chosen among the huntresses of the Gadfly or among the lovers of the House-fly rabble, satisfied my aspirations. Their method is as unknown to me now as at the distant period when I used to watch it in the Bois des Issards. "The Hunting Wasps": chapters 14 to 18.
Martini turned round sharply. The Gadfly, with a cigar in his mouth and a hot-house flower in his buttonhole, was holding out to him a slender, carefully-gloved hand. With the sunlight reflected in his immaculate boots and glancing back from the water on to his smiling face, he looked to Martini less lame and more conceited than usual.
If the pain comes on again, give him another dose not more than one; but don't leave the bottle where he can get at it, whatever you do; he might be tempted to take too much." When Martini entered the darkened room, the Gadfly turned his head round quickly, and, holding out to him a burning hand, began, in a bad imitation of his usual flippant manner: "Ah, Martini!
For several days he kept expecting the religious gadfly to come buzzing about him with his sting, that is, his forefinger, stuck in the Pilgrim's Progress, and had a swashing blow ready for him; but Gibbie was beginning to learn a lesson or two, and if he was not yet so wise as some serpents, he had always been more harmless than some doves.
THE Gadfly certainly knew how to make personal enemies. He had arrived in Florence in August, and by the end of October three-fourths of the committee which had invited him shared Martini's opinion.
At last the spy seemed to make up his mind that there was nothing in the wine-shop worth further waste of his time. He paid his reckoning, and, lounging out of the house, sauntered away down the narrow street. The Gadfly, yawning and stretching, lifted himself up and sleepily rubbed the sleeve of his linen blouse across his eyes.
"You have been sleeping like the beauty in the fairy story for the last ten hours; and now you are to have some broth and go to sleep again." "Ten hours! Martini, surely you haven't been here all that time?" "Yes; I was beginning to wonder whether I hadn't given you an overdose of opium." The Gadfly shot a sly glance at him. "No such luck! Wouldn't you have nice quiet committee-meetings?
For if you kill me you will not easily find a successor to me, who, if I may use such a ludicrous figure of speech, am a sort of gadfly, given to the state by God; and the state is a great and noble steed who is tardy in his motions owing to his very size, and requires to be stirred into life.
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