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He knew why he had not gone, but he had not confided the reason even to Nino, who was told most things. He had, moreover, been tolerably sure that nothing short of thumb-screws would extract any information from Paoluccio or his wife, for he knew his own people.
They are white beans, too, and the white are much heavier than the brown." She lifted the tin cover off the earthen pot and stirred the contents. "White beans!" grumbled Paoluccio. "And the weather is hot. Do you wish to kill me?" "No," answered Nanna quietly. "Not you." "Do you know what I say?" Paoluccio planted a huge finger on the oaken board.
"What is the name of the stepson?" asked Paoluccio. "Consalvi," Ercole replied. Paoluccio said nothing to this, but lit his pipe again with a sulphur match. "Evil befall the soul of our government!" he grumbled presently, with insufficient logic, but meaning that the government sold bad tobacco. "You must have heard of the young gentleman," Ercole said. "His name is Marcello Consalvi.
"Has he eaten?" inquired Nanna, and Paoluccio looked up, too. "You see," answered Regina, showing the empty bowl. "Health to him!" answered Paoluccio. "He has a good appetite." "Eat your own," said Nanna to the girl. She suspected that Regina might have eaten the beans meant for Marcello, but her doubt vanished as she saw how the hungry young thing devoured her own portion.
"What do we eat to-day?" asked Paoluccio, the innkeeper on the Frascati road, as he came in from the glare and the dust and sat down in his own black kitchen. "Beans and oil," answered his wife. "An apoplexy take you!" observed the man, by way of mild comment. "It is Friday," said the woman, unmoved, though she was of a distinctly apoplectic habit.
Who will give us the five francs? Are we princes?" "There is the cow," observed Paoluccio with a grin. "Imbecile," retorted his wife. "It has been a good year; we bought the wine cheap, we sell it dear, without counting what we get for nothing from the carters; we buy a cow with our earnings, and where is the miracle?"
He is not of wax. He is of sugar, all sugar! He has a very sweet nature." "One would not say so," answered Paoluccio doubtfully. "If you go to the city you must muzzle him, or they will make you pay a fine. Otherwise they will kill him for you." "Do you think any one would try to catch him if I let him run loose?" asked Ercole, as if in doubt.
Nino watched him and hitched the side of his upper lip on one of his lower fangs, which produced the effect of a terrific smile. Ercole was unmoved. "I suppose," he observed, "that they said it happened in your inn." "And why should it happen in my inn, rather than in any other inn?" inquired Paoluccio angrily. "Indeed," said Ercole, "I cannot imagine why they should say that it did!
"Regina? She was the servant girl we had before this one. We took her out of charity." "The daughter of some relation, no doubt," Ercole suggested. "May that never be, if it please the Madonna!" cried Paoluccio. "A relation? Thank God we have always been honest people in my father's house! No, it was not a relation. She came of a crooked race.
"He killed a full-grown wolf before he was two years old, and not long ago he worried a sheepdog of the Campagna as if it had been nothing but a lamb. Do you think any one would try to catch him?" "If it fell to me, I should go to confession first," said Paoluccio.
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