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After a long and hot dispute, Domenichino looked up at the clock. "Half-past eleven; we mustn't stop any longer or the night-watchman may see us." "When does he pass?" asked the Gadfly. "About twelve o'clock; and I want to be home before he comes. Good-night, Giordani. Rivarez, shall we walk together?" "No; I think we are safer apart. Then I shall see you again?" "Yes; at Castel Bolognese.
But I am nearly sure he would come back if we asked him, now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy." "What name did you say?" "Rivarez. He's a Brazilian, I think. At any rate, I know he has lived out there. He is one of the wittiest men I ever came across.
Now I believe that if Rivarez undertook the business for us, there would be less of that." "Why do you think so?" "In the first place, the smugglers look upon us as strangers to do business with, or as sheep to fleece, whereas Rivarez is their personal friend, very likely their leader, whom they look up to and trust.
"The history of the Savigno affair proves that he keeps his head." "And then," Martini went on; "I do not feel at all inclined, from what little I know of Rivarez, to intrust him with all the party's secrets. He seems to me feather-brained and theatrical. To give the whole management of a party's contraband work into a man's hands is a serious matter. Fabrizi, what do you think?"
"Signor Rivarez," the Cardinal interrupted, "I have come here on your account not on my own. If you had not been 'undermost, as you call it, I should never have spoken to you again after what you said to me last week; but you have the double privilege of a prisoner and a sick man, and I could not refuse to come.
"Signor Rivarez, do you really think this attractive?" said Gemma, turning to the Gadfly, who was standing beside her, his arm round one of the wooden posts of the tent. "It seems to me " She broke off and remained looking at him silently. Except when she had stood with Montanelli at the garden gate in Leghorn, she had never seen a human face express such fathomless, hopeless misery.
The Gadfly leaned his head back with a soft little laugh, and sat watching while the Cardinal paced silently up and down the room. "Signor Rivarez," said Montanelli, stopping at last in front of him, "you have done a thing to me that a man who was born of a woman should hesitate to do to his worst enemy.
Spinola, offered a reward for their heads." "There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper, by the way. He put on a soldier's old uniform and tramped across country as a carabineer wounded in the discharge of his duty and trying to find his company.
"You can wait in the hall," he repeated quietly; and the sergeant, saluting and stammering excuses with a frightened face, left the room with his men. "Sit down, please," said the Cardinal, when the door was shut. The Gadfly obeyed in silence. "Signor Rivarez," Montanelli began after a pause, "I wish to ask you a few questions, and shall be very much obliged to you if you will answer them."
"It started from Paris in the autumn of 1837, and passed through Quito in April, 1838. We were three years in Brazil; then went down to Rio and got back to Paris in the summer of 1841. Does the lady want the dates of the separate discoveries?" "No, thank you; only these. I have written them down. Beppo, take this paper to Signora Bolla, please. Many thanks, Signor Rivarez.
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