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Rachel Ellis was at that moment in his mind and he answered as she might have done. "Er er Robert Penfold," he said. "Robert PENFOLD! What " Issachar could hold in no longer. "Robert Penfold nawthin'!" he shouted. "Who in thunder's he? 'Tain't Robert Penfold nor Robert Penholder neither. It's Al Speranza, that's who 'tis. He ain't killed, Cap'n Lote. He's alive and he's been alive all the time."
And when the brief leave was over he took the train for Boston, no longer Alberto Miguel Carlos Speranza, South Harniss's Beau Brummel, poet and Portygee, but Private Speranza, U.S.A. The farewells were brief and no one cried much. His grandmother hugged and kissed him, Rachel looked very much as if she wanted to. Laban and Issachar shook hands with him. "Good luck to you, boy," said Mr. Keeler.
It was Helen who opened it and she stood there upon the threshold and looked down at him. For a moment, a barely perceptible interval, she looked, then he heard her catch her breath quickly and saw her put one hand upon the door jamb as if for support. The next, and she was running down the steps, her hands outstretched and the light of welcome in her eyes. "Why, Albert Speranza!" she cried.
Lady Wilde informed the company with all the impressiveness she had at command that she did not expect Oscar that afternoon; "he is so busy with his new poems, you know; they say there has been no such sensation since Byron," she added; "already everyone is talking of them." "Indeed, yes," sighed the green lily, "do you remember, dear Speranza, what he said about 'The Sphinx, that he read to us.
The invitation was accepted, the vivacious Miss Kelsey acting as spokesman or spokeswoman in the matter. "I think you must be a mind-reader, Mr. Speranza," she declared. "I am dying for a sundae and I have just discovered that I haven't my purse or a penny with me.
"Excellenza, he who had fought for us like a tempest, an angel of doom, lay there beside my cousin Beppo, who was past help and is now in holy Paradise Speranza was washing the smoke and powder from him, the wound was easy death of my soul! may he who gave it die unconfessed! See you, I am there, I watch him, the friend of Excellenza, the great still man who smiled but said no word to us.
"Oh, that's true of every thing that is good for any thing." "Unfortunately the converse is not true, for every thing appealing to a small audience is by no means good." "Not even marriage?" "Still harping on matrimony," said Helen, laughing. "What will you do after the knot is really tied? You speak in the mournful tone of one who reads 'Lasciate ogni speranza' upon his wedding horseshoe."
Where her husband was not welcome she would not go. And a little later she had gone on the longest of all journeys. Speranza did not notify her parents except to send a clipped newspaper account of her death and burial, which arrived a week after the latter had taken place. The news prostrated Olive, who was ill for a month.
He politely desired to know if the person speaking was endeavoring to convey the idea that he, Miguel Carlos Speranza, was not of sufficient poseetion, goodness, standing, what it is? to be considered as suitor for that person's daughter's hand. Did Meester Snow comprehend to whom he addressed himself? The interview terminated not long after.
He met the gaze for a moment, the color rising to his cheeks. "My name," he said deliberately, "is Alberto Miguel Carlos Speranza." Mrs. Snow uttered a little exclamation. "Oh!" she ejaculated. And then added: "Why why, I thought we we understood 'twas 'Albert. We didn't know there was we didn't know there was any more to it. What did you say it was?" Her grandson squared his shoulders.
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