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Once his friends were in the crowd of buyers and sellers everything but the chance of a bargain would be forgotten. His own blood quickened but for a different reason. "What beautiful carts!" he said. "We have no such carts in England!" "If you would like to buy a cart, signore " began Salvatore. But Gaspare interrupted with violence. "Macchè! What is the use of a cart to the signorino?
A man was following him now he was sure of it. He had seen him as he turned to cross the bridge which would set him on the way to the church of San Salvatore a short, squat man, masked and dressed from head to foot in black. Quick as the movements of the fellow were, dexterous his dives into porches and the patches of shadow which the eaves cast, the priest's trained eye followed his every turn, numbered, as it were, the very steps he took. And the smile upon Fr
The battle within him was over. He must protect the padrona. The padrone would have wished it. Then he must let Salvatore go. He bent down and kissed Hermione's hand. "Lei non piange!" he muttered. "Forse Dio la aiuter
But the vagrant pair might have been some wonderful grandees, so proudly did Goober Glory convey them up the slope to the very tree where Mary and her brood awaited them, crying joyfully: "'Tis Luigi! Luigi Salvatore, Antonio's brother! He knows me, he knows us all and he's come straight from Elbow Lane. I mean, quite straight, 'cause he was there after I was. Wasn't you, Luigi?"
Salvatore stood by him, smiling at him, Salvatore with bare feet, and a fish-basket slung over his arm. "Buon giorno, Salvatore!" he answered, with an effort. Salvatore looked at Maurice's cigarette, put down the basket, and sat down on the seat by Maurice's side. "I haven't smoked to-day, signore," he began. "Dio mio! But it must be good to have plenty of soldi!" "Ecco!"
She could go to the village sometimes then she could go to Marechiaro to gossip with the neighbors." "Has Maddalena broken her legs Madonna!" burst forth Gaspare. "Come along, Gaspare!" said Maurice, hastily. He bade good-bye to the fisherman and his daughter, and set off with Gaspare through the trees. "Be nice to Salvatore," said Maurice, as they went down towards the rocky wall.
At last she did it right, played it over several times, went home and never played it wrong again in her life. Such was the child’s artist life for the first twelve months. Outside of it the gossips fairly raged and warred with their nimble tongues. Salvatore Urso’s experiment with his little girl was much talked about. Some could not say too hard things of him.
He saw no one upon the shore, but at some distance upon the sea there was a black dot, a fishing-boat. It was stationary. Gaspare knew that its occupant must be hauling in his net. "Salvatore is out then!" he muttered to himself, as he turned aside from the road onto the promontory, which was connected by the black wall of rock with the land where stood the house of the sirens.
"Demand your wage of them," persisted the priest, sternly, "and say that the man who was their enemy lies dead before the church of San Salvatore. You understand me?" A curious look came into the bravo's eyes. "Saint John!" he cried, "that I should have followed such a one as you, Excellency!" But the priest continued warningly: "As you obey, so hope for the mercy of Venice.
"Gaspare," Maurice said, "I must leave some one with the padrona. Salvatore might come still. I may miss him going down. Whom can I trust to stop Salvatore, if he comes, but you? You see?" "Va bene, signorino." The boy seemed convinced, but he suffered and did not try to conceal it. "Now I must go," Maurice said. He shook Gaspare's hand. "Have you got the revolver, signorino?" said the boy. "No.
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