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She pointed to Narcisse and the policeman gathering up the scattered lot of tiny things. Her eyes filled with tears, but still shot lightning. "If he's hurrted me, he's got 'o suffer fur ud, Mr. Richlin'!" And she expanded again. "Carriage, sir, carriage?" continued the man with the whip. "Yes!" said Richling and Mrs. Ristofalo in a breath.
When there was time for greetings she gave her hand to Dr. Sevier and asked him how he found himself. To Ristofalo she bowed majestically. She noticed that he was handsome and muscular. At different hours the next day the same two visitors called. Also the second day after. And the third. And frequently afterward.
He gave her a few laconic directions for the sick man's better comfort. "You must stay here, madam," he said at length; "this man Ristofalo will be ample protection for you; and I will go at once and get your husband's discharge." He went out. In the office he asked for a seat at a desk. As he finished using it he turned to the keeper and asked, with severe face:
Boss died store seized everything gone." His English was well pronounced, but did not escape a pretty Italian accent, too delicate for the printer's art. "Oh! that was too bad!" Richling laid his hand upon an awning-post and twined an arm and leg around it as though he were a vine. "I I forget your name." "Ristofalo. Raphael Ristofalo. Yours is Richling. Yes, knocked me flat.
She told him of whom she and their visitor had just been speaking. "Raphael Ristofalo!" said John, kindling afresh. "Yes; I've been with him all day. It humiliates me to think of him." Dr. Sevier responded quietly: "You've no right to let it humiliate you, sir." Mary turned to John with dancing eyes, but he passed the utterance as a mere compliment, and said, through his smiles:
Mary laughed softly at every period, and watched the Doctor, to see his slight smile at each detail of the story. Richling enjoyed telling it; he had worked; his earnings were in his pocket; gladness was easy. "Why, I'm learning more from Raphael Ristofalo than I ever learned from my school-masters: I'm learning the art of livelihood."
It was far on in the afternoon before the wary Ristofalo ventured to offer all he had in his pocket to a hanger-on of the prison office, to go first to Richling's house, and then to an acquaintance of his own, with messages looking to the procuring of their release. The messenger chose to go first to Ristofalo's friend, and afterward to Mrs. Riley's.
"No!" echoed the man; "and you don't know perfectly well, I suppose, that he's been shot at along this line times enough to have turned his hair white? Or that he crossed the river for the third time last night, loaded down with musket-caps for the rebels?" "No." "But you must admit you know a certain person, wherever he may be, or whatever he may be doing, named Raphael Ristofalo?" "I do not."
Bring us a better airticle of yer own justice ferst I doan't cayre how crool it is, so ut's justice an' thin preach about God's mercy. I'll listen to ye." Ristofalo had kept his eyes for the most of the time on the floor, smiling sometimes more and sometimes less. Now, however, he raised them and nodded to the clergyman. He approved all that had been said.
I could of done ud, sur," she added to Narcisse himself, "but I'm too much of a laydy, sur!" And she sank together and stretched herself up once more, entered the vehicle, and sat with a perpendicular back, her arms folded on her still heaving bosom, and her head high. As to her ability to have that arrest made, Kate Ristofalo was in error.
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