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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Caro amico, I do trust you always to fall in love with every girl you meet. But" and his voice changed "the Signorina is a child. Remember that, Doro." They were going down the steps to the sea. Almost as Artois spoke they reached the bottom, and saw their boat floating in the moonlight nearly in the centre of the Pool. The Marchesino stood still.
Her father was a member of the noble Milanese family of the same name, therefore the young lady is well born. Her father has been long dead; his widow married again an English gentleman settled in Italy, a scholar and antiquarian; his name was Selby. This gentleman, also dead, bequeathed the Signorina a small but sufficient competence.
"I thought the divers for frutti di mare did not do that." "Signorina, I have been taken into the boat of Mandano Giuseppe." He spoke rather proudly, and evidently thought she would know of whom he was telling her. "I fish for sarde now." "Is that better for you?" "Si, Signorina, of course." "I am glad of that." "Si, Signorina." He stood beside her quite at his ease.
"Don Emilio told me not to bother you, Signora that he would just sit and wait." "I see. And the Signorina?" "I did not tell her, either. She was in the garden alone, but I have heard her talking on the terrace with the Signore. Are you ill, Signora?" "No. All right, Gaspare!" She moved away. His large, staring eyes followed her till she disappeared in the passage.
"Really?" There was a note of disappointment in her voice. She felt dethroned. "But then, you haven't earned these," she said, looking at him almost with rebuke, "if you went in of your own accord." "I go in because it is my mestiere, Signorina," the boy said, simply. "I go in by force." He looked at her and then again at the cigarettes. His expression said, "Can you refuse me?"
"Donatello," playfully cried Miriam, "do not leave us in this perplexity! Shake aside those brown curls, my friend, and let us see whether this marvellous resemblance extends to the very tips of the ears. If so, we shall like you all the better!" "No, no, dearest signorina," answered Donatello, laughing, but with a certain earnestness. "I entreat you to take the tips of my ears for granted."
"These aren't French rolls," he murmured, "but I promise you that they are cold enough for a true Italian breakfast, and there is honey and there is jam and here, Signorina, is ham, milk-fed, smoke-cured, and browned to make the best chef of Sherry's pale with envy and despair. .
And I have heard about the streams, too, Signorina; when they are turned out of their course, they overflow and do damage, and surely there used to be river gods. I do not know; I cannot tell.
"And you will not believe you are suspected," murmured Carlo in her ear. "A spy?" Sana queried, showing keen joy at the prospect of scotching such a reptile on the lonely height. Corte went up to the Chief. They spoke briefly together, making use of notes and tracings on paper. The Chief then said "Adieu" to the signorina.
'Signorina, here is chocolate. She beheld two hands in cup-shape, surcharged with packets of Turin chocolate. 'Lugi, it is you? The Motterone spy screwed his eyelids to an expression of the shrewdest secresy. 'Hist! signorina. Take some. You shall have all, but wait: by-and-by.
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