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Venom and blood clogged Karlov's throat. He could kill only the body, as he had killed the fiddle; he could not reach the mystery within. Ah, but he had wrung Stefani's heart there. There were pieces of the fiddle on the table where Gregor had placed them, doubtless to weep over when he was alone. Why hadn't he thought to break the fiddle a little each day? "Stefani Gregor, sit up.
The wound bled a little; but it was not the kind that bled profusely. It was less a cut than a smashing bruise. "Well, that's all I can do. Who was this tenant Gregory?" "A dear old man. A valet at a Broadway hotel. Oh, I forgot! Johnny Two-Hawks called him Stefani Gregor." "Stefani Gregor?" "Yes. What is it? Why do you say it like that?" "Say it like what?" sparring for time.
Really, I can't remember oh, yes, it was antique vases, that might deceive an expert. But let's stop thinking about Stefani and go to bed. I'm so awfully sleepy; do let's go upstairs and try to get a little rest, as Vyvian puts it." Peggy patted him softly on the cheek as he passed her, and her smile for him was curiously pitiful.
From the hurdy-gurdy of my childhood, down to Kubelik and his successors, I have been more or less music-mad. You play wonderfully!" Sudden, inexplicable shyness. Hawksley smiled. An hour or two with that old Amati. "I am only an unconventional amateur. You should hear Stefani Gregor when the mood is on.
Hilary's reply came after a moment. "Of course, if Peter can contrive a way of keeping our heads above water without having recourse to these detestable methods, I shall be only too relieved. I loathe having to traffic with these dirty swindlers; it's too insufferably wearying and degrading.... By the way, Peter, what did Stefani want to-day?" Peter said, "Oh, bother Stefani. I'm tired of him.
Having constituted a guardianship over Kitty, he was now playing impressario to Hawksley. As if he hadn't enough parts to play! Wouldn't he be risking his life to-night trying to find where Stefani Gregor was? Fiddles! Fiddles and emeralds! What a choice old hypocrite he was! Fate has a way of telling you all about it afterward; conceivably, that humanity might continue to reproduce its species.
Even Martigny has its tenements for poor workers, or those who would be workers if they could, and this was one of them. We followed Andriolo Stefani up four flights of narrow stone stairs, picking our way by testing each step with a cautious foot, since light there was none. Arrived at the top floor, we groped along a passage to the back of the house, and our guide opened a door.
A wintry little smile stirred the lips of the man in the chair. America, with its keen perceptions of the ridiculous, its withering humour! "No more the dissolute opera dancers will dance to your fiddling, Stefani, while we starve in the town. Fiddler, valet, tutor, the rivers and seas of Russia are red. We roll east and west, and our emblem is red. Stem and branch!
"As if you had heard the name before?" "Just as I thought!" cried Cutty, his nimble mind pouncing upon a happy invention. "You're romantic, Kitty. You're imagining all sorts of nonsense about this chap, and you must not let the situation intrigue you. If I spoke the name oddly this Stefani Gregor it was because I sensed in a moment that this was a bit of the overflow.
Truly the brother?" Peter assured him, not even halving the relationship; and indeed, he seldom did that, even in his thoughts. The visitor gave him a card, bearing the name of Signor Giacomo Stefani, sat down, at Peter's request, spat between his feet, and said, "I have had various affairs with your Signor brother before. I am come to solicit his patronage in the matter of a pair of vases.
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