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You know her eyes they are not like our Giudecca girls. They are burning now like two coals of fire, and her cheeks are like chalk." I had stepped into the gondola by this time, my first thought being how best to straighten out the quarrel. "Now tell me, Luigi speak slowly, so I do not miss a word. First, where is Loretta?"
There is nothing spineless about Loretta!" When the young Irish girl appeared in response to Anita's summons, her eyes and mouth opened wide in amazement at sight of the detective. "Oh, sir, it's you!" she exclaimed. "I was going down to your office this afternoon, to tell you that I had been discharged. Mr. Mallowe himself turned me off this morning.
Grocer about the Kindling Wood that he had sent them for Celery. She had the Druggist 'phone the Florist, and then rewarded him by purchasing three Stamps. At 9.30 the Committee to arrange for the Summer Camp of the In-Wrong Married Women whirled through the untidy Suburbs in a next year's Motor Car, and Loretta was nowhere except right up on the front Seat picking out the Road.
The first question he now put was: "Where did you find the slip of paper containing these last words from your wife?" "In a book I picked out of the book-shelf in our room upstairs. When Loretta gave me my wife's message I knew that I should find some word from her in the novel we had just been reading.
The coroner, embarrassed, perhaps, by this exhibition of silent misery so near him, hesitated a little before he put his next question. Loretta, on the contrary, had gathered courage with every word she spoke and now looked ready for anything. "It was Mrs. Jeffrey, then, who clung most determinedly to her sister?" the coroner finally suggested. "I have told you what she said."
This witness proved to be Loretta, who, on hearing her name called, evinced great reluctance to come forward. But after two or three words uttered in her ear by the friendly Jinny, who had been given a seat next her, she stepped into the place assigned her with a suddenly assumed air of great boldness, which sat upon her with scant grace.
The old man and Loretta, young Dave's sister, laughed, and quiet smiles passed between the others. "Well, you'd better be keerful 'bout gittin' even as far as you did git wharever that was from now on." "I ain't afeered," the boy said sullenly, and he turned into the kitchen. Still sullen, he ate his supper in silence and his mother asked him no questions.
So far there has been introduced into this story the bad man, Francesco, with crab-like tendencies, who has just lost his wife; the ravishingly beautiful Loretta; the girl's mother, of whom all sorts of stories were told none to her credit; big tender-hearted Luigi Zanaletto, prince of gondoliers, and last, and this time least, a staid old painter who works in a gondola up a crooked canal which is smothered in trees, choked by patched-up boats and flanked by tattered rookeries so shaky that the slightest earth quiver would tumble them into kindling wood.
That was why, at twenty-three, a little line had formed between her eyebrows and her glance dwelt anxiously on Chrystie as an obligation her great obligation that she was not discharging worthily. The glare of the chandelier revealed the girls as singularly unlike Lorry her full name was Loretta was slender and small with nut-brown hair and a pale, pure skin.
"Come down to see us right away now," he called back. "Ole Hon's might nigh crazy to git her eyes on ye." "All right, Uncle Billy," said June, "early termorrer." The Red Fox did not open his lips, but his pale eyes searched the girl from head to foot. "Git down, June," said Loretta, "and I'll walk up to the house with ye."
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