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"Avanti, Avanti!" cried Salvatore, in answer, pulling his chair close up to the table, and leaning forward, looking like a handsome bird of prey in the faint candlelight. They cut for deal and began to play, while Maddalena and Maurice watched. When Sicilians gamble they forget everything but the game and the money which it brings to them or takes from them.
Her mother treated her request with laughter and put out the little Camilla’s hope with a flat refusal. It was the town talk. The women gathered round the fountain in the Place Royal and filled their water jars and gossiped about Salvatore Urso’s silly whim with his child. Madame Dubois settled her cap and gave it as her opinion that no good would come of such a foolish thing.
"You hid, signore?" Maurice's face flushed. An angry word rose to his lips, but he checked it and laughed, remembering that he had to deal with a boy, and that Gaspare was devoted to him. "Well, I waited among the trees birbante!" "And you saw Salvatore?" "He came out and went down to the fishing." "Salvatore is a terrible man. He used to beat his wife Teresa." "P'f!
High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. The roses hung their heads and dreamed under the still September clouds, and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. "This will be my only chance of a quiet talk with you for a long time," Montanelli began.
Was he to act for Salvatore, to save Salvatore from justice? He would not have minded doing that, he would have wished to do it, if afterwards he could have sprung upon Salvatore and buried his knife in the murderer of his padrone. But the padrona? She was not to know. She was never to know. And she had been the first in his life.
Here upon this paper I have written down the name of the woman and of her confederates who have hired the bravo Rocca to kill me to-night in the shadow of the church of San Salvatore. You will read that paper and the woman's name when you have my permission." Falier stepped back dumb with amazement.
Salvatore, he thought, would not bother about his daughter and his banker for a little while. But how to get rid of Gaspare and Amedeo! It seemed to him that they would never leave his side.
Van de Werve, for your proffered friendship, but I shall not remain at Antwerp. To-day I shall beg Signor Turchi to settle up the affairs of the house in this city. Now that I have no one in the world to care for, none for whom to work and amass money, I shall retire from commerce. I have ordered the Il Salvatore to be provisioned, and I shall set sail by the first favorable wind."
Subsequently they were moved to Mesembria and then to Constantinople, from which city the great Doge Dandolo brought them to Venice. They now repose in S. Salvatore beneath an altar. The west side of the Piazzetta consists of the quiet and beautiful façade of Sansovino's Old Library.
Salvatore would see a prospect of money. And he Maurice did want to go out fishing. Suddenly he knew it. His spirits rose and he clapped Gaspare on the back. "Of course I do. I want to know Salvatore. Come along. We'll take his boat one day and go out fishing." Gaspare's grave face relaxed in a sly smile. "Signorino!" he said, shaking his hand to and fro close to his nose. "Birbante!"
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