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And what more fascinating than a harem? It must be like a fragrant hot-house, where one is free to wander every day, sometimes gathering a gorgeous lily, sometimes a simple violet sometimes " "A thorn?" suggested Salustri. "Well, perhaps!" laughed the Marchese. "Yet one would run the risk of that for the sake of a perfect rose."
"Caro Capitano!" broke in the musical voice of the Marchese Gualdro, "you know that our Francesco goes nowhere without his beloved Carlo. Carlo CANNOT come altro! Francesco WILL NOT. Would that all men were such brothers!" "If they were," laughed Luziano Salustri, rising from the piano where he had been playing softly to himself, "half the world would be thrown out of employment.
What say you?" "It is more than probable," I answered, lightly. "Make a poem of it, Salustri; people will say you have improved on the Bible!" And I left him with a gay gesture to join other groups, and to take my part in the various dances which were now following quickly on one another. The supper was fixed to take place at midnight. At the first opportunity I had, I looked at the time.
He is not the first man who has been killed for the sake of a woman, nor will he be the last!" Salustri shrugged his shoulders, and was silent for a minute or two. Then he added with his own bright smile: "Still, amico, it would have been much better if it had ended in coffee and cognac. Myself, I would rather shoot a man with an epigram than a leaden bullet!
Why, man, freedom could give you twenty!" "Ah!" murmured Salustri, softly and sentimentally, "but the one perfect pearl the one flawless diamond " "Bah! Salustri, caro mio, you are half asleep!" returned Gualdro. "'Tis the wine talks, not you. Thou art conquered by the bottle, amico. You, the darling of all the women in Naples, to talk of one! Buona notte, bambino!"
May Saint Anthony and his pig preserve me, but for the time I fancied I was attending a banquet on the wrong side of the Styx, and that you, my present companions, were all dead men!" "And that idea made YOU also hold your tongue, which is quite an unaccountable miracle in its way," laughed Luziano Salustri.
I would not have condescended to parley with you by Heaven I would not!" "Nor I!" said the duke, stiffly. "Nor I!" said Mancini. "Surely," said Luziana Salustri, "Ferrari will make the amende honorable." There was a pause. Each man looked at Ferrari with some anxiety. The suddenness of the quarrel had sobered the whole party more effectually than a cold douche.
Every now and then might be heard the smooth voice of Captain Freccia rolling out his favorite oaths with the sonority and expression of a primo tenore; sometimes the elegant French of the Marquis D'Avencourt, with his high, sing-song Parisian accent, rang out above the voices of the others; and again, the choice Tuscan of the poet Luziano Salustri rolled forth in melodious cadence as though he were chanting lines from Dante or Ariosto, instead of talking lightly on indifferent matters.
I am not superstitious ma, chi sa? some of you may be." "I see what you mean!" interrupted Salustri, quickly. "We are thirteen at table!" At this announcement my guests looked furtively at each other, and I could see they were counting up the fatal number for themselves.
Yet the strength and suppleness of D'Avencourt's wrist was reputed to be prodigious by those who had seen him handle the sword, whether in play or grim earnest. "It is an impossible dream," he said, in reply to the remarks of Gualdro and Salustri, "that idea of all men fraternizing together in one common pig-sty of equality. Look at the differences of caste!
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