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Petullo cast a glance of disdain at the poor object she was bound to by a marriage for position and money, and for a moment or two gave no attention to the society of his Grace's Chamberlain, who was so suspiciously in her confidence. Simon MacTaggart played idly with the stem of his glass.
"Boar's den?" repeated Montaiglon interrogatively. "The head of the pig is his Grace's cognisance. Clan Diarmaid must have got it first by raiding in some Appin stye, as Petullo my doer down-by says. He is like most men of his trade, Petullo; he is ready to make his treasonable joke even against the people who pay him wages, and I know he gets the wages of the Duke as well as my fees.
"Do we?" cried the Chamberlain, with a laugh. "I'm thinking ye forget a small case we had no further gone than yesterday, when a man with the unlucky name of Stewart " He stopped, meaningly smiled, and made a gesture with his fingers across his neck, at the same time giving an odd sound with his throat. "Oh! You're an awfu' man," cried Petullo, with the accent of a lout.
Now look at me smiling; ain't I brave? Would any one know to see me that my heart was sore? Be kind to me, Sim, oh! be kind to me; you should be kind to me, with all you promised!" "Madame is smiling into a mist; alas! poor M. Petullo!" thought Count Victor, seeing the lady standing up and looking across the room.
It's it's it's not a run of notes I want indeed the air's my own, and I might make it what I chose but an experience or something of that sort outside my opportunities, or my recollection." Count Victor's glance fell on Mrs. Petullo, but hers was not on him; she sought the eyes of the Chamberlain. "Madame looks your way," he indicated, and at once the Chamberlain's visage changed.
Petullo, and incidentally in my own, nothing's said of a guest's gawkiness, though you might hardly believe it for a reason that I never could make plain to you, though I know it by instinct." "Oh! as to gawkiness, an accident of the like might happen to any one," said Petullo, irritably. "And that's true," confessed the Chamberlain. "But, tut! tut! Mr.
Well, well, it's the way we a' maun gang, as the auld blin' woman said, and here's wishing you the best o' luck!" He came across to shake hands, but the Chamberlain checked him hurriedly. "Psha!" said he. "Madame's just a little premature, Mr. Petullo; there must be no word o' this just now." "Is it that way?" said Petullo. "Likely the Baron's thrawn.
I envy him to be sitting there, and never a skeleton tugging at his sleeve." Mrs. Petullo gulped a sob, and gave a single glance into his face as he stared across the room. "Why do you hate that man?" she asked, suddenly. "Who?" said he smiling, and glad that the wild rush of reproach was checked. "Is it monsher? I hate nobody, my dear Kate, except sometimes myself for sin and folly."
As the wounded man was borne through the lodge gate with Count Victor, coatless, in attendance, the latter looked back and saw Mrs. Petullo, again bare-shouldered, standing before her husband's door and gazing after them. Her temper had come back; she had thrown his laced coat into the approaching sea!
"Madame is not happy," thought Count Victor, watching the lady who was compelled to be a partner in these ungainly gambols. And indeed Mrs. Petullo was far from happy, if her face betrayed her real feelings, as she shared the ignominy of the false position into which Petullo had compelled her.
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