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"Robert Hinge, you're an Englishman, and you've served your queen." "And king as well, sir. King William was on the throne when I joined, sir." "How long have you known this unhappy gentleman, this Count Rossano, who is imprisoned here?" "Eight years and over." The man stood bolt upright before me until I gave him the word to stand at ease.
"Poor Violet doesn't remember her father, for he has been supposed to be dead this twenty years; but he was the Conte di Rossano, a very handsome and charming young Italian gentleman, and I remember his courting Violet's mother as if it were only yesterday.
"Thank you, Captain Fyffe," she said. "My father is here?" "You are my daughter?" said the count. She bent and kissed him on the forehead gravely, and with perfect self-possession. An onlooker, who had known nothing of the story, would have guessed little from their meeting. They had a carriage in waiting, and Miss Rossano led the count towards it. "You will join us at the Lord Warden?" she said.
Count Rossano is in peril of the gravest sort, and if you should hand Miss Ros-sano's gift to him without inquiry, you may sign his death-warrant, and will certainly give yourself grounds for the bitterest self-reproaches you have ever known."
I have ample funds for my immediate purposes, and I shall make my way, in the first place, to Vienna. Tell me your banker's name, and I will find out his agents there. And now good-bye, Miss Rossano. I cannot promise success, but I will do what I can." She answered that she was sure of that; and when she had given me the name of her bankers and I had made a note of it, we shook hands and parted.
"Look here," he cried, suddenly leaping from his chair and shaking his forefinger in ray face, "do you pretend to deny that months and months ago I told you what my feelings were with respect to Miss Rossano?" "You told me," I answered, "that you admired her, and that she had a very pretty little income of her own.
"This," I said, "is the road we shall have to travel if ever we get the Conte di Rossano out of prison." And following the mental road pointed out by this finger-post of thought, I sat down and allowed my fancy to carry me into all manner of worthless and impracticable plans of rescue in which I could dispense with Brunow's aid.
This wonderful parchment now preserved at Rossano is mentioned for the first time by Cesare Malpica, who wrote some interesting things about the Albanian and Greek colonies in Calabria, but it was only discovered, in the right sense of that word, in March 1879 by Gebhardt and Harnack. They illustrated it in their Evangeliorum Codex Graecus.
Should they reach the hands of the English stranger for whom they are intended, he is besought, for the love of God, to convey them to the Contessa di Rossano, daughter of Sir Arthur Rawlings, of Barston Manor, Warwickshire, who must long have mourned the writer as dead." "That was slipped into my hand as I was leaving the village," said Brunow.
Here are my credentials. This gentleman, the Honorable George Brunow, is a son of Lord Balmeyle, and is also an Englishman. This gentleman is the Conte di Rossano." And here, to my surprise, the Conte di Rossano arose from his seat at the table, and, turning towards the official, with one hand on the back of his chair, said, in a clear, loud voice: "Also an English subject!
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