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Updated: May 15, 2025
A rest, man, and I've already spent three days in Valedolmo! 'Si, signore, you will desire ze same room? was as much as Gustavo thought. 'Ze same room? Oh, I suppose so. He sank back into his chair and plunged his hands into his pockets with an air of sombre resignation.
And yet, Gustavo, American papas are generally not so keen as you might suppose about marrying their daughters to foreign captains and lieutenants even if they have got uniforms and swords. I shouldn't be surprised if the Signor Papa were just a little nervous over the situation.
Constance and her father glanced tentatively at each other, and were silent. Gustavo, who had been hanging officiously in the rear, approached and begged their pardon. 'Scusi, signora, but I sink I can explain. Ecco! Ze telegram is dated from Limone zat is a village close by here on ze ozzer side of ze lake.
'Si, signorina, sicuramente! He is just a little simple. Mr. Wilder chuckled. 'Where is he, Gustavo? I think I'd like to make that young man's acquaintance. 'I sink, signore, he is packing his trunk. He go away to-day. 'To-day, Gustavo? There was audible regret in Constance's tone. 'Why is he going? 'It is not possible for him to stand it, signorina. Valedolmo too dam slow. 'Gustavo!
They found Gustavo hovering omnivorously in the courtyard, hungering for news; Constance summoned him to her side. 'Gustavo, I am going to send you a note to-night for Mr. Jerymn Hilliard. You will see that it gets to him as soon as he arrives? 'Meestair Jayreem Ailyar? Gustavo stared. 'Yes, the brother of the signorina who came to-day. He is expected to-morrow or perhaps the day after.
But anyway it's of no consequence; I merely asked out of idle curiosity. And Gustavo' she still held the lira 'if he asks you if I looked in this register, what are you going to say? 'I say, "No, Meestair Ailyar, she stay all ze time in ze courtyard talking wif ze parrot, and she was ver' moch shocked at his Angleesh." 'Ah! Constance smiled and laid the lira on the table.
A babble of frenzied greetings floated out to meet them; there was no mistaking Gustavo. Moreover, there was no mistaking the fact that he was excited; his excitement was contagious even before they had learned the reason. He stuttered in his impatience to share the news. 'Signore! Dio mio! A calamity has happened. Zat Tony, zat donk'-man! he has got hisself arrested.
I can understand what he says. 'How simply horrible! 'Very convenient, I should say. 'If there's anything I detest, it's an Americanized Italian and here in Valedolmo of all places, where you have a right to demand something unique and romantic and picturesque and real. It's too bad of Gustavo! I shall never place any faith in his judgment again.
His skin was dark not too dark just a good healthy out-door tan: his brows level and heavy, his gaze candour itself. Constance clasped her hands in an ecstasy of admiration. 'He's perfect! she cried. 'Where on earth did Gustavo find him? Did you ever see anything so beautiful? she appealed to the others. 'He looks like a brigand in opera bouffe.
She looked at the writing for fully three minutes, then she opened her purse and looked inside. She laid the money for the eggs in a pile on the table, and took out an extra lira which she held in her hand. 'Gustavo, she asked, 'do you think that you could tell me the truth? 'Signorina! he said reproachfully. 'How did that name get there? 'He write it heemself!
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