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Let them say!" might have been her device, too genuinely expressive of her to be consciously contemptuous. Where another might have suffered in reputation by constant companionship with a man as brilliant, as conspicuous, as phenomenal of career as Errol Banneker, Io passed on her chosen way, serene and scatheless. Tongues wagged, indeed; whispers spread; that was inevitable.

He refused to accept the change to a lighter tone. "I understand this, Io; that you have begun unaccountably to mistrust me. That hurts." "I don't want to hurt you. I'd rather hurt myself; a thousand times rather. Oh, I will marry you, of course, when the time comes! And yet " "Yet?" "Isn't it strange, that deep-seated misgiving! I suppose it's my woman's dread of any change.

Here they exposed their merchandise, and traded with the natives for five or six days; at the end of which time, when almost everything was sold, there came down to the beach a number of women, and among them the daughter of the king, who was, they say, agreeing in this with the Greeks, Io, the child of Inachus.

She is certainly the first singer in Italy, since England with its brute power of money, robbed us of poor Sparderini. But between you and me, figliuolo mio, we should never have got her, if there had not been certain difficulties certain scandals, che so io? at Milan. All that is no business of ours, you know, tutt' altro!

Zingarelli, the great musical composer, was another occasional member of this charming society: his wit and repartie are famous, and his bons mots are repeated wherever one runs to. I cannot translate any of them, but will write one down, which will make such of my readers laugh as understand Italian. The Emperor was at Milan, and asked Zingarelli his opinion of a favourite singer? "Io penso maest

After some hesitancy Miss Van Arsdale went to a wall-cabinet, took out a phial, shook into her hand two little pellets, and returned the phial, carefully locking the cabinet upon it. "Take a hot bath," she directed. "Then I'm going to give you just a little to eat. And then these." She held out the drug. Io acquiesced dully.

"And when you get back into the world, what will you do, I wonder?" "I won't send for him, if that's what you mean." "But what will you do, I wonder?" "I wonder," repeated Io somberly. Silently they rode through the stir and thresh of the night, the two women and the man.

She sent a gadfly to torment Io, who fled over the whole world from its pursuit. At length Jupiter interceded for her, and, upon his promising not to pay her any more attentions, Juno consented to restore her to her form. It was curious to see her gradually recover her former self.

Con queste genti, e con altre con esse, Vid' io Fiorenza in si fatto riposo, Che non avea cagione onde piangesse. Con queste genti vid' io glorioso E giusto il popol suo tanto, che 'l giglio Non era ad asta mai posto a ritroso, Ne per division fatto vermiglio. Paradiso, XVI. 140-154.

Or am I? Now, I'm going to walk once more around you, little owl, or mighty magician, whichever you are. And after I've completely turned your head, you'll fall at my feet. Or else..." Again she walked around the feathered center of the circle. The head followed her, turning with a steady and uninterrupted motion, on its pivot. Io took a silver dime from her purse.