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He was the third of their sons, and received an excellent education under his uncle, Georgio Antonio Vespucci, a learned friar of the fraternity of San Marco, who was instructor to several illustrious personages of that period.
Still would recur that cautious glance behind, and always quickly withdrawn, as though something terrible had met his view. I encountered him frequently afterwards. At the theatre, at balls, at concerts; at the promenades in the gardens of San Georgio; at the grotesque exhibitions in the square of St. Mark; among the throng of merchants on the Exchange by the Rialto.
On the death of his father, Washington went to live with his brother Augustine, in order, it is presumed, that he might take advantage of a good school near Wakefield, kept by one Williams; but after a time he returned to his mother's, and attended the school kept by the Rev. James Marye, in Fredericksburg. Est mihi nomen, Georgio Washington, George Washington, Fredericksburg, Virginia."
"Palladio, it must be!" I cried. "Yes; it's San Georgio Maggiore, Terry Barrymore's favourite church in Venice," said Sir Ralph, who had been almost as silent as I. "And here we are at the Hotel Britannia." "Why, it has a garden!" exclaimed Aunt Kathryn. "I never thought of a garden in Venice." "There are several of the loveliest in Italy," replied Sir Ralph.
A few days later, just as they were pulling into Samsun, the American destroyer John D. Edwards spotted the San Georgio, hailed her and inquired about Nelka. When told that she was aboard, they lowered a boat and came to fetch her, and took her and the dog aboard upon specific orders from Admiral Bristol. The commanding officer, Captain Sharp was most helpful and kind.
I, in the meantime, was desperately trying to find a way to contact Nelka on the San Georgio. The admiral and the Embassy were very cooperative and the admiral issued orders to all the destroyers to keep an eye for the San Georgio and intercept her if spotted. Having traveled most of the length of the southern coast of the Black Sea, the Italian captain announced that he was going into Batum.
Flannagan sat down, too. "I do be feelin' warm the same," he says. "Shall we have a drink?" Madame Bill was still turning things over in her mind. "Doubtless they so shout," she says. "They are not without sense. Listen again, my Georgio. I have considered. It is perhaps not bad. Moreover, it is done. But the Department of the Military is not good for you.
I takes tin-types and says nothing." "Santa Maria!" says Madame Bill. And Flannagan says proudly: "'Tis as I told ye, ma'am. There's not such an other to be seen for extinsive scornful-fulness." "Speaking of the ship, ma'am," I says, "I guess it's all right. Ain't you afraid your husband will get internationally complicated?" She gestured and grinned. "Afraid! I! My Georgio!
The tall hat, by his gestures, was addressing the crowd, but we couldn't hear him. "The President and Alvarez," says Madame Bill, very calm. "They compromise. My Georgio will be hot and dull." The crowd cried "Vivo" everything except Bill. They wanted him "al fuego" just the same, which, as you might say, means something like: "Oh, take him away. Put him somewhere and boil him!"
Captain Merrydew raised the hue and cry, but the sailor Georgio Rhodojani was never seen again from the moment when his evil face leered in through the window of Lantrig. A reward was offered, and more than once Polkimbra was excited with the news of his arrest, but it all came to nothing.
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