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"His father was a Portygee or Spaniard, I believe is right and he was a play-actor, one of those what do you call 'em? opera singers." Fosdick seemed surprised and interested. "Oh, indeed," he exclaimed, "an opera singer? . . . Why, he wasn't Speranza, the baritone, was he?" "Maybe; I believe he was. He married my daughter and well, we won't talk about him, if you don't mind."
And withall this ship was nothing at all pestered neither within boord nor without, and was more like a ship of warre then otherwise: moreouer she had the ordinance of a Carak that was cast away at Moçambique, and the company of her, together with the company of another Carack that was cast away a little to the Eastwards of the Cape of Buona Speranza.
'Know him? he'd sing out. 'Did I know Al Speranza? ME? Well, now say! And so on, long as the feller would listen. I asked him once if he ever told any of 'em how you ducked him with the bucket of water. He didn't think I knew about that and it kind of surprised him, I judged." Albert smiled. "Laban told you about it, I suppose," he said. "What a kid trick that was, wasn't it?"
We could not build anything of a vessel that would carry us over the great Arabian Sea to India, nor could we reach the Cape de Bona Speranza, the winds being too variable, and the sea in that latitude too tempestuous; but we all knew, if we could cross this continent of land, we might reach some of the great rivers that run into the Atlantic Ocean; and that, on the banks of any of those rivers, we might there build us canoes which would carry us down, if it were thousands of miles, so that we could want nothing but food, of which we were assured we might kill sufficient with our guns; and to add to the satisfaction of our deliverance, we concluded we might, every one of us, get a quantity of gold, which, if we came safe, would infinitely recompense us for our toil.
Essi debbono sentire che i vostri cuori palpitano, con loro, di speranza e di fede. FERRARA. 11-12 dicembre 1917, IL PRESIDENTE AVOGLI. This morning at 11.30 a.m. the British Gunners will march out from the Palestro Barracks to the Railway Station.
Good night, Albert. I'm so glad our misunderstanding is over, aren't you?" "Of course I am. But, Helen " "I must go in now. Good night." The reflections of Alberto Speranza during his walk back to the Snow place were varied but wonderful. He thought of Raymond's humiliation and gloried in it. He thought of Helen and rhapsodized.
Other names recur to me "Speranza", with her lyric fire; Ellen O'Leary, fervent and still patient and wise; Fanny Parnell and her sister. And what of the women of Ireland today? Shall they come short of the high ideal of the past, falter and fail, if devotion and sacrifice are required of them? Never: whilst they keep in memory and honor the illustrious ones of whom I have written.
Even toward a living Albert Speranza, hero and newspaper-made genius, she might have been cold. But when that hero and genius was, as she and every one else supposed, safely and satisfactorily dead and out of the way, she had seized the opportunity to bask in the radiance of his memory.
Then the distant town clock in the steeple of the Congregational church boomed five times and Miss Fosdick rose to her feet. "Oh," she said, "it can't really be five o'clock, can it? But it is! What WILL mother fancy has become of me? I must go this minute. Thank you, Mr. Speranza. I have enjoyed this so much. It has been a wonderful experience." Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were shining.
From Senor Miguel Carlos Speranza the Snows had had no direct word, had received nothing save the newspaper clipping already mentioned. Olive had never seen him; her husband had seen him only on the occasion of the memorable interview in the hotel room. They never spoke of him, never mentioned him to each other.
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