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"It was never found, was it?" "No; it must have got washed out to sea; but they thought there was a chance. I was alone in my room and the servant came up to say that a 'reverendissimo padre' had called and she had told him my father was at the docks and he had gone away. I knew it must be Montanelli; so I ran out at the back door and caught him up at the garden gate.
Surprised and disturbed like others, Adone was waiting for him in the sacristy after the first mass. "You have been away a whole day and night and never told me, reverendissimo!" he cried in reproach and amazement. "I have yet to learn that you are my keeper," said Don Silverio with a cold and caustic intonation. Adone coloured to the roots of his curling hair.
The pity of it!" thought Don Silverio, as the blue sky shone through the grated window and against the blue sky a rose branch swung and a swallow circled. "Your servant, Reverendissimo," said the voice of Clelia Alba, and Don Silverio rose from his seat. "My friend," he said to her, "I find you in trouble, and I fear that I shall add to it. But tell me first, what is this tale of Nerina?"
The man, with a significant gesture, drew his sabre up half way out of its sheath; then let it fall again with a clash. He vouchsafed no other answer. Some women's faces pressed in at the grating of the window which looked on the little garden, scared, blanched, horrified, the white head, and sunburnt features of Gianna foremost. "Reverendissimo!" they screamed as with one voice.
As they gathered about the steps of the altar they carefully drew their dingy work-worn garments back, lest their touch should sully the splendid Persian carpet spread for the Reverendissimo, little dreaming that the hint of sorrowing love in their stolid faces robed them with nobility and turned their hard-earned copper carcie into a golden gift.
A Plain and Familiar Explication of Christ's Presence, in the Sacrament of his Body and Blood. A Letter for the Observation of the Feast of Christ's Nativity. A Letter to Mr. William Struthers, one of the Preachers at Edinburgh. Epistola D. Baltasari Willio. Epistola D. Lud. Crocio. Reverendissimo Marco Antonio de L'om. Archiep. Spalatensi. Epistola decessus sui ad Romam dissuasiva.
"They are bringing the lads in from the moors." And Gianna shrieked, "Adone! They have got Adone!" Don Silverio sprang to his feet. "Adone! Have you taken Adone Alba?" "The ringleader! By Bacchus! Yes," cried the brigadier, with a laugh. "He will get thirty years at the galleys. Your flock does you honour, Reverendissimo!"
"Praise be to the Madonna that you have come back, reverendissimo!" she cried. "There are sore trouble and disputes under our roof." "I grieve to hear that," he answered; and thought, "I fear I have lost my power to cast oil on the troubled waters." He entered the great vaulted kitchen and sat down, for he was physically weary, having walked twenty miles in the past night.
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