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"The birds yes, I had forgotten. And another flask of wine, Checco." "It is not empty yet, Signore," observed the waiter lifting the rush-covered bottle and shaking it a little. Spicca silently poured out two glasses and handed him the empty flask. He seemed to be very thirsty. Presently he got his birds.
He stood still a moment before his master, expecting that he would look up, then bent anxiously over him and felt his hands. Spicca slowly raised his sunken eyes. "It will pass, Santi it will pass," he said feebly. Then he began to fold up the sheets slowly and with difficulty, but very neatly, as men of extraordinary skill with their hands do everything.
Talking of clever men," she added with another meaning glance at Orsino, "I met your friend to-day, Consuelo." "My friend? Who is he?" "Spicca, of course. Whom did you think I meant? We always laugh at her," she said, turning to Orsino, "because she hates him so. She does not know him, and has never spoken to him. It is his cadaverous face that frightens her.
Moreover Orsino Saracinesca and John Nepomucene Spicca would not be in daily danger of poisoning in this vile cookshop. Summary ejection from Eden was the first consequence of friendship, and its results are similar to this day. What nauseous mess are we to swallow to-night? Have you looked at the card?" Orsino laughed a little.
"You speak of secret atonement I was not aware that you ever suffered from remorse." "Nor I," answered Spicca drily. "Then what do you mean?" "You are questioning me, and I have warned you that I will tell you nothing about myself. You will confer a great favour upon me by not insisting." "Are you threatening me again?" "I am not doing anything of the kind. I never threaten any one.
Not a theatre was open, not a friend was in town. Rome was a wilderness. Rome was an amphitheatre on a day when there was no performance, when the lions were asleep, the gladiators drinking, and the martyrs unoccupied. He tried to say something amusing and found it hard. Spicca was very patient, but evidently determined to outstay Orsino.
Spicca looked at him with an odd expression, in which there was surprise as well as annoyance, and instead of making any answer, crossed himself and knelt down upon the marble pavement. Gouache followed his example instinctively.
It was tedious work for he was not a man who could talk against time on all occasions. But he struggled bravely and Spicca at last got up from his deep chair. They went out together, and stopped as though by common consent upon the brilliantly lighted landing of the first floor. "Seriously, Spicca," said Giovanni, "I am afraid Orsino is falling in love with this pretty stranger.
He met Spicca from time to time, looking now as though he had not a day to live, but neither of them mentioned past events.
Spicca alone remained behind, and he immediately went to Giovanni, carrying a copy of the protocol, on which the ink was still wet. "Here it is," he said sadly, as he entered the room, holding up the paper in his hand. "These revolutions are very annoying! There is no end to the inconvenience they cause." "I suppose it could not be helped," answered Giovanni, gloomily. "No.
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