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Updated: June 17, 2025
Then Speranza opened her eyes, recognized him, and, kissing him on the forehead, murmured: "My own love, how good you are!" From the cliff the duchess called to him: "George, my best, my only son!" His heart warmed within him, all his bitterness disappeared, and the waves seemed to rock him and the burden in his arms as in a cradle.
It was Captain Lote's belief, and his wife's hope, that a succession of sea winds might blow away recollections of Senor Speranza "fan the garlic out of her head," as the captain inelegantly expressed it. Jane had spent her sixteenth and seventeenth years at a school for girls near Boston. The opera company of which Speranza was a member was performing at one of the minor theaters.
Rachel, this is my grandson, Albert er Speranza." She pronounced the surname in a tone almost apologetic. Mrs. Ellis did not attempt to pronounce it. She extended a plump hand and observed: "Is that so? Real glad to know you, Albert. How do you think you're goin' to like South Harniss?"
Albert decided he should like Blanchard if he knew him better. The captain was not talkative; in fact, he seemed rather taciturn. Maids and matrons gushed when presented to the lion of the evening. It scarcely seemed possible that they were actually meeting the author of The Lances of Dawn. That wonderful book! Those wonderful poems! "How CAN you write them, Mr. Speranza?"
Henceforth I am a Greylock, I am George, the second son of the Duke Wendelin, of whom you have heard, and I must confess to you, my noble lord, that I love your daughter Speranza, and I would not exchange places with any god if you would but give us your blessing." "A Greylock!" the prince exclaimed.
Every time I shouted he would say 'Hey? and I was obliged to shout again. Of course, the place was crowded, and Oh, well, I don't like to even think about it. Bless you, bless you, Albert Speranza! And do please let's hurry!"
"Guess I be, guess I be," he said briskly. "Anyhow, I'm lookin' for a boy name of name of My soul to heavens, I've forgot it again, I do believe! What did you say your name was?" "Speranza. Albert Speranza." "Sartin, sartin! Sper er um yes, yes. Knew it just as well as I did my own. Well, well, well! Ye-es, yes, yes. Get right aboard, Alfred. Let me take your satchel." He picked up the suitcase.
She hastened away, down the knoll and along the beach toward the hotel. Googoo followed her, turning occasionally to cast diabolical glances at the Speranza ankles. Albert gazed until the graceful figure in the trim sport costume disappeared behind the corner of the point of the beach. Just at the point she paused to wave to him. He waved in return. Then he tramped homeward.
The Department would inform him as soon as it obtained the information. The name of Sergeant Albert Speranza had been cabled as one of a list of fatalities, that was all. "And to think," as Rachel Ellis put it, "that we never knew that he'd been made a sergeant until after he was gone. He never had time to write it, I expect likely, poor boy."
Speranza wasn't a nice enough man for well, for for . . . You see, everybody wasn't as particular as he and Mrs. Snow were. But Here Senor Speranza interrupted.
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