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If Giovanni returned to Italy in the spring, he was of a mind to go with him. He looked up and was glad to see Merrihew in the doorway. "Been looking for you, Jack. Want your company to-night. Kitty Killigrew is giving a little bite to eat after the performance, and has asked me to bring you along. Will you come?" "With pleasure, Dan. Are you dining with any one to-night?" Hillard was lonesome.
Hillard not to put his money in any like adventure. Italy was strongly against any foreign invasion, aside from the American trolley-car. "That's hard luck," growled Merrihew, who saw his hopes go down the horizon. "But it makes me out a pretty good prophet," was Hillard's rejoinder. "The Angel's money gave out. Too many obstacles.
Merrihew took off his hat and tossed it into the air hilariously. As it came down he tried to catch it on the toe of his pump, but active as he was he missed, and it rolled along the pavement. He recovered it quickly. "Oh, for a vacant lot and a good old whooper-up! Feel!" he said, touching his side pockets. Hillard felt. "Feel again!" commanded Merrihew, touching his trousers pockets.
"But I have done nothing." "Not yet, but you will attempt to follow me." "Begin," he said, with a banter. "What's the row, Jack?" Merrihew called out impatiently. Why didn't they talk in a language a fellow could understand? "Stay where you are, Dan." To Bettina, Hillard repeated: "Begin." She dusted her hands of the corn and walked resolutely toward the carabinieri.
The ruddy oranges hung in clusters over the old walls which lined both sides of the road, walls so old that history stops before them doubtfully. And the perfume of the sweet rain mingling with that of the fruit was like nothing Merrihew had ever sensed before. They finally drew up in the courtyard of the Hotel de la Sirena, and the long ride was at an end.
Hillard still wore his evening clothes and the bed was untouched. "That's very foolish." "Why? I couldn't have closed my eyes," replied Hillard. "But won't she need you up there?" Merrihew was obviously troubled. "If she needs me she'll send for me. But I am not needed, and she will not send for me. I shall remain here and wait." "He's dead. Things work out queerly, don't they?" "She is free.
"Why, we'd have lynched him in America." "That's possible. We are such an impulsive race," ironically. "Yes, no doubt we'd have lynched him; and these foreigners would have added another ounce of fact to their belief that we are still barbarians." "I hadn't thought of that," Merrihew admitted. Till now he had never cared particularly whether a foreigner's opinion was favorable or not.
Merrihew are. Their exploits became famous. My father was also rich and a man of foresight. He knew that the stars and bars was a flag of temporary endurance. All that portion of his wealth which remained in the South he readily sacrificed with his blood. His real wealth was in foreign securities, mines, oils, steel, steamships.
"Herod would have had his work cut out for him here. Now, where can we get some newspapers? I must know where she is." "Presently," said Hillard. "The Piazza dei Martin," he directed Tomass'. Then he turned to Merrihew solemnly. "My boy, if you are to travel with me, beware of the Tauchnitz edition." "What's that?" "It's good reading in paper-covers.
He came swinging down the path, Kitty's arm locked in his. And Kitty's face was rosy. Upon reaching the table Merrihew imitated the bow of an old-time courtier. "It is all over," he said, swallowing. "Kitty has promised to marry me as soon as we land in America. I'm a lucky beggar!" "Yes, you are," said Hillard. "Congratulations to both of you." La Signorina took hold of Kitty's hands.
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