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'He helped to carry you along the gangway, but he came back again to the carriage. He was the driver. 'And no one else saw the business? 'The quay was deserted. You see, the last steamer had arrived for the night. There was a brief silence, and then Nella ejaculated, under her breath. 'Truly, it is a wonderful world!
THE BRITISH NAVY IN BATTLE, Arthur H. Pollen, London, 1919. MY MEMOIRS, Admiral van Tirpitz, 1919. LES ENSEIGNEMENTS MARITIMES DE LA GUERRE ANTI-GERMANIQUE, Admiral Daveluy, Paris, 1919. IL POTERE MARITTIMO NELLA GRANDE GUERRA, Captain Romeo Bernotti, Leghorn, 1920. There was only one action between the British Grand Fleet and the German High Seas Fleet in the World War, the battle of Jutland.
This evening, as usual, she bade her brother and his wife good night, and went upstairs. Nella had learned to expect her and was waiting for her. To her surprise, Nella shut the window as soon as she entered. "Leave it open," she said. "It is hot this evening. Why did you shut it? You never do." "A window is an ear," answered Nella mysteriously. "The nights are still and voices carry far."
In the popular mind Cimabue still remains "The Father of modern painting," and though his renown may have attracted more pictures and more legends to his name than properly belong to him, it is certain that Dante, his contemporary, wrote of him thus: Credette Cimabue nella pintura Tener lo campo, ed ora ha Giotto il grido Si che la fama di colui s'oscura.
This appeared to be certain, but Nella denied it with energy, her eyes fixed on Marietta almost as angrily as if she suspected her of having stolen her own mantle from herself. "I tell you it is not," she replied. "I have looked everywhere. It has been stolen."
She would tell Nella that she was going downstairs again for a little while, and she would also tell her to make an infusion of lime flowers and to bring it in half an hour and wait for her. Down the main staircase to the landing, down the narrow stairs in the dark, out into the street it would not take long, and she would tap very softly at the door of the glass-house.
Marietta stood within the shadow of the doorway, very pale. Nella was beside her, and Giovanni's wife, and further in, at a respectful distance, the serving-people, for the master's departure was an event of importance. The gondola pushed off when Beroviero had disappeared under the 'felse' with a final wave of the hand.
Marietta entered her room, and Nella, who had been revelling in the coming conversation, was suddenly very busy, stirring the drink of lime flowers which Marietta had ordered.
"Yes I believe it is clean," he answered, almost hesitating. "I cleaned it yesterday morning." Nella had brought the copper ladle. There were always several in the glass-works for making tests. Marietta took it and went to the furnace, while Nella watched her, in great fear lest she should burn herself.
But Nella was much too truly attached to her mistress not to feel some anxiety when she saw her white face and noticed how uncertainly she walked. Nella had her in bed at last, however, and gave her more of the soothing drink, smoothed the cool pillow under her head, looked round the room to see that all was in order before going away, then took the lamp and at last went out.
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