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Winn, at the same time, started along the water-front to search for traces of his lost raft; and Sabella, who was very fond of dogs, went aboard the wharf-boat to make the acquaintance of a fine bull-dog she had noticed there as they passed.
Here they seemed to talk of nothing but the Princess Sabella, and strangers from all parts of the world were travelling towards her father's Court. The Prince heard plenty of assurances as to her beauty and her riches, but he also heard of the immense number of his rivals and their power.
Then as he turned north on Rampart Street he ran plump into Donnelly and O'Connell. "I just came from your house," he told Dan. "I thought I'd drop in and smoke one of your bad cigars. Is there anything new?" "Not much! I've had a hard day and there was a Police Board meeting to-night. I'm fagged out." "No more letters, eh?" "No. But I've heard that Sabella is safe in Sicily.
Then, before Sabella could remonstrate, he had bent down and kissed her, saying, "Good-bye, and God bless you, little one," opened the door, and was gone. "Seems to me that is very foolish, when he might have seen them by just waiting a few minutes," said Sabella to herself, as she pulled off Don Blossom's gay but soaked and mud-bespattered coat. "Now perhaps he will miss them after all."
The morning was gray and chill. The low-hanging clouds were charged with moisture, and a thick fog hung above the river. Sabella was so filled with anxiety concerning the fate of Don Blossom that she was unable to settle down to any of the light domestic duties with which she generally occupied her mornings.
He met Brandatimor in single combat, and succeeded in taking him prisoner; but he did not live to reach the Court, to which Mannikin had sent him: his pride killed him at the thought of appearing before Sabella under these altered circumstances.
He recognized Sabella and her uncle, the wharf-boat man, the printer, and even the Sheriff of Dubuque County. The only one of the group whom he had not seen before was the gentlemanly and thoroughly honest-looking young fellow upon whose shoulder the Sheriff had just laid his hand, saying, "I want you, my boy."
"Your home is in Sicily, is it not?" Blake inquired. "Si! I come from Palermo." "I have been there." "I remember," said Maruffi, calmly. Donnelly broke in, "What do you hear regarding our capture of Sabella?" "Eh?" "How do they take it?" Again Maruffi shrugged. "How can they take it? My good countrymen are delighted; others, perhaps, not so well pleased." "But Sabella has friends.
As to the other Fairies, they went home after the banquet without discovering that anything was amiss, and so the King and Queen were quite happy. Sabella grew prettier day by day. She learnt everything a Princess ought to know without the slightest trouble, and yet something always seemed lacking to make her perfectly charming.
Solon, fully occupied with his duties as engineer and with preparations for dinner, paid little heed to Sabella when she looked in at the galley door to inform him that her Uncle Billy said everything was all right. "I specs so, honey, I specs so, an' of co'se hit's all right ef yo' Unc' Billy say so. Him a mighty knowin' young gen'l'man, dat ar Unc' Billy am, fo' shuah."
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