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Stefanone nodded to himself, rose, pulled out a blue and red cotton handkerchief, and proceeded to dust his well-blacked low shoes and steel buckles with considerable care, setting first one foot and then the other upon the stool. "Let us eat," he said aloud, folding his handkerchief again and returning it to his pocket.
But the porter knew of no other, and presently Stefanone departed, wondering whether he had made a mistake, after all, and recalling the features of the man he had followed to compare them with those younger ones he remembered so distinctly. He went back to the Via della Frezza and drank a glass of wine.
With loose, swinging gait he strode along, and his heavy stick made high little echoes as it struck the dry cobble-stones. Stefanone was very near him. His eyes glared redly, and his hand with the knife in it was half out of his pocket. In ten steps more he would spring and strike upwards, as Romans do.
The beautiful head fell back upon Griggs's arm, and the eyes met his. Vol. Nanna prayed aloud, holding up the child mechanically, and the small eyes were fixed, horrorstruck, upon the bed. A low cry trembled in the air. Stefanone, his hat in his hand, stood against the door, bowed a little, as though he were in church. The cry came again. Then there was a sort of struggle.
Sora Nanna was alone, for Stefanone was still absent in Rome, and Annetta had gone on the previous day with a number of women to the fair at Civitella San Sisto, which took place on Sunday. She was expected to return on Monday afternoon.
He walked fast, and Stefanone twice wiped the perspiration from his forehead on the way, for he was nervous from the tension and the disappointment, and felt suddenly weak. The Scotchman never paused, but crossed the vast square and went up the steps of the basilica. He was evidently going to hear the Vespers.
Stefanone followed him again, walking fast when his enemy had turned a corner and slackening his speed as soon as he caught sight of him again. Francesca was out. He saw Lord Redin's look of annoyance as the latter turned away after speaking with the porter, and he fell back into the shadow of a doorway, expecting that the Scotchman would take the street by which he had come.
Half a 'foglietta' of the old, just for the appetite." Sor Tommaso glanced at Stefanone in a meaning way, but the girl's father affected not to see him.
Do you know what they do? They make wine. Good! But they do not drink it. They sell it for a farthing less by the foglietta than other people. The devil take them and their wine!" Dalrymple glanced at the angry peasant with some amusement, but did not make any answer. "Eh, Signore!" cried Stefanone.
And she prayed aloud, long, fervently, almost wildly, appealing to God for protection against a bodily tempting devil, who by his will, and with evil strength, was luring and driving a human soul to utter damnation. "IT is well," said Stefanone. "The world is come to an end. I will not say anything more."
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