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Updated: May 19, 2025
Even so it was with Badcock. "That infernal mufro chivvied us up the road to Calvi and into the very arms of a Genoese picket. The soldiers arrested us there was no need to arrest the mufro, for he trotted at our heels and marched us to the citadel, into the presence of the commandant. Badcock's flute. . . . And this was a fact, Cavalier.
He tilted his head still higher, towards the ridge and the rock on which I stood against his skyline, frantically waving. "And to think, lad," he panted, ten minutes later, as he stretched himself on the heath beside me "to think of your mistaking me for a deer!" "Did I say so, Billy? Then I lied. It was for a mufro I took you. Marc'antonio here had as good as promised me one."
But while he carried me he whistled a lively air, and broke off to promise me good shooting before a month was out shooting of blackbirds, of deer perhaps, perhaps even of a mufro. Here the whistling grew largo espressivo.
"We left the city that afternoon and climbed the gorges towards Novi, intending our steps upon Turin. The mufro trotted behind us, and mile after mile at the brute's behest its stern behest, Cavalier Mr. Badcock fluted its favourite air, I attempt from love's sickness to fly.
But, as the saying goes, while Peter stalked the mufro Paul stole the mountain: and again says the proverb, 'Bury not your treasure in another's orchard. Along came this Theodore, and with a few lies took the crown and the jewel with it. So your father went away, and has come again after many years; and at the first I did not recognize him, for time has dealt heavily with us all.
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