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As for the work, Zorzi knew quite well that there was not a glass-blower in Murano who could approach him either in taste or skill. Old Beroviero had told him so within the last few months, and he felt that it was true. He would have been neither a natural man nor a born artist if he had refused to sell the beaker, out of an exaggerated scruple.
"Offer some of your compounds, then," suggested the glass-blower, who was making a noose in the rope for his head to go through. "The only thing I can spare," replied the wizard, thoughtfully, "is a Beauty Powder." "What!" cried the glass-blower, throwing down the rope, "have you really such a thing?" "Yes, indeed. Whoever takes the powder will become the most beautiful person in the world."
Another thumb-nail sketch made of one of his associates is this: "When experimenting with vacuum-pumps to exhaust the incandescent lamps, I required some very delicate and close manipulation of glass, and hired a German glass-blower who was said to be the most expert man of his kind in the United States. He was the only one who could make clinical thermometers.
"My friend," he began, proudly; but the butler interrupted him, saying: "No tombstones, either; there's a family graveyard and the monument's built." "The graveyard won't be needed if you will permit me to speak," said the glass-blower. "No doctors, sir; they've given up my young lady, and she's given up the doctors," continued the butler, calmly. "I'm no doctor," returned the glass-blower.
"Pink is a pretty color," said the wizard, "and it's unusual for a dog, isn't it?" "Very," answered the glass-blower; "but it shall be pink." So the wizard went back to his studies and the glass-blower began to make the dog. Next morning he entered the wizard's room with the glass dog under his arm and set it carefully upon the table.
I got a little something of it last time, but I want to get it straight. Your father, you said, was a glass-blower by trade. Now he can't work any more at that, that's obvious." "Yes," she said. "How many other children are there?" "Six." "Are you the oldest?" "No, my brother Sebastian is. He's twenty-two." "And what does he do?" "He's a clerk in a cigar store." "Do you know how much he makes?"
A number had been drafted which Meissner considered deliberate conspiracy on the part of the draft-boards. Who had been taken? Jimmie asked. The other answered: Comrade Claudel, the jeweller he wanted to go, of course; and Comrade Koeln, the glass-blower he was a German, but had been naturalized, so they had taken him, in spite of his protests; and Comrade Stankewitz
To have you at Myrtlewood is an infinite relief to me, both on their account and Ermine's. You should not suspect a penniless Scotsman of such airs, Ailie." "Not you, Colin, but your family." "Isabel Menteith thinks a glass-blower was your father, and Mauleverer your brother, so yours is by far the most respectable profession.
He didn't know where to find a dog, but in the next room lived a poor glass-blower with whom he had a slight acquaintance; so he went into the man's apartment and asked: "Where can I find a dog?" "What sort of a dog?" inquired the glass-blower. "A good dog. One that will bark at people and drive them away. One that will be no trouble to keep and won't expect to be fed.
So the glass-blower came, poured the magic drop into a little water, gave it to the patient, and the next minute Miss Mydas was as well as she had ever been in her life. "Dear me!" she exclaimed; "I've an engagement at the Fritters' reception to-night. Bring my pearl-colored silk, Marie, and I will begin my toilet at once.
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