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This is called the dead man's pile his "mucchio." Colomba stopped before the heap of foliage, broke off an arbutus branch, and cast it on the pile. "Orso," she said, "this is where your father died. Let us pray for his soul!" And she knelt down. Orso instantly followed her example. At that moment the village church-bell tolled slowly for a man who had died during the preceding night.
After dinner, the colonel, who had noticed the sort of constraint which existed between the brother and sister, inquired of Orso, with his customary frankness, whether he did not wish to be alone with Mademoiselle Colomba, offering, in that case, to go into the next room with his daughter.
"If you had been staying anywhere else, monsieur, my brother would have gone to pay his respects to you yesterday." Orso made endless apologies, vowing he had nothing to do with his sister's absurd stratagem, by which he appeared deeply mortified.
Orso was a little disconcerted, and Miss Lydia answered with a smile that it was written by a Florentine poet, who had been dead for centuries. "You shall read Dante," said Orso, "when you are at Pietranera."
I exclaimed, endeavoring to mend my pace, and giving the bear a good pull upon his chain. But the ugly creature did not walk any faster; he simply looked at me with an air as if he would say that if I kept long upon the road I would learn to take it easy, and maintained the deliberate slouch of his demeanor. Presently I stopped, and Orso was very willing to imitate me in that action.
You might kill better game than boars with it!" Orso answered, coldly, that his gun was of English make, and carried "the lead" a long distance. The friends embraced, and took their different ways.
The first man to spring from the crowd and seize the beast's head was Anastase. He did not see that the same instant a large private carriage, drawn by a pair of powerful horses, emerged quickly from the Vicolo dei Soldati, the third of the streets which meet the Via di Tordinona at the Orso.
In fact, let us make our guests as comfortable as we can. It's a very good thing to be brave, Colomba, but a woman must know how to manage her household, as well. Come, kiss me, and be good! Here's the gray, ready saddled." "Orso," said Colomba, "you mustn't go alone." "I don't need anybody," replied Orso; "and I'll promise you nobody shall slit my ear."
"I will give you a loaf for him, and some powder, too. Tell him to use it sparingly it is very dear." "Colomba," said Orso in French, "on whom are you bestowing your charity?" "On a poor bandit belonging to this village," replied Colomba in the same language. "This little girl is his niece." "It strikes me you might place your gifts better.
Orso, who was already in the saddle, raised his head and caught sight of her. Either because he had guessed her thought, or desired to send her a last farewell, he took the Egyptian ring, which he had hung upon a ribbon, and carried it to his lips.
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