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"I'm tired to death of having Tessa's welfare and Tessa's morals rammed down my throat. Why should I make a fetish of the child? What is good enough for me is surely good enough for her." "I am afraid I don't agree with you," said Major Ralston. "You wouldn't," she rejoined. "You and Mary are quite antediluvian in your idea. But that doesn't influence me. I am glad to say I am more up to date.
Mingled with the more decent holiday-makers there were frolicsome apprentices, rather envious of his good fortune; bold-eyed women with the badge of the yellow veil; beggars who thrust forward their caps for alms, in derision at Tito's evident haste; dicers, sharpers, and loungers of the worst sort; boys whose tongues were used to wag in concert at the most brutal street games: for the streets of Florence were not always a moral spectacle in those times, and Tessa's terror at being lost in the crowd was not wholly unreasonable.
She saw him leap the verandah-balustrade, and heard Tessa's shrill scream of fright. Then he had the offender in his grasp, and Stella saw the deadly determination of his face as he turned. In spite of herself she sprang up, but again his voice checked her. "All right. This is my job. Bring me the strap off the bag in my room!" "Everard!" she cried aghast. Tessa was struggling madly for freedom.
He answered only by a smile, and by leading her forward in front of the cerretano, who, seeing an excellent jest in Tessa's evident delusion, assumed a surpassing sacerdotal solemnity, and went through the mimic ceremony with a liberal expenditure of lingua furbesca or thieves' Latin.
It seemed not to have entered Tessa's mind that there was any change in Tito's appearance since the morning he begged the milk from her, and that he looked now like a personage for whom she must summon her little stock of reverent words and signs.
There was no answer, but the sobs began to subside a little and the drops to fall less quickly. "Come! I'll take you a little way, if you'll tell me where you want to go." The apron fell, and Tessa's face began to look as contented as a cherub's budding from a cloud. The diabolical conjuror, the anger and the beating, seemed a long way off.
They had gone down to the Court House again, but they might return at any time. He also brought him whisky and soda which Tommy did not touch, spending the interval of waiting that ensued in fevered tramping to and fro. He had not seen Monck alone since the evening of Tessa's birthday-party nearly three weeks before.
His eyes were very bright and intensely alert, but he did not seem aware of Tessa's mother. "Come with me, darling!" he said to the child. "P'raps I can help." He trod upon the carved bronze that had slain Scooter as he turned, and he left the mark of his heel upon it the deep impress of an angry giant.
Come; let me wipe thy face, and give me thy hand here in my jacket pocket; there it will be as warm as any kitten; and kind Tommo brushed away the drops which were not all rain from Tessa's cheeks, tucked the poor hand into his ragged pocket, and led her carefully along the slippery streets, for the boots nearly tripped her up.
They did not do well somehow, for every one seemed so full of their own affairs they could not stop to listen, even to 'Bella Monica, but bustled away to spend their money in turkeys, toys, and trees. In the afternoon it began to rain, and poor Tessa's heart to fail her; for the big boots tired her feet, the cold wind made her hands ache, and the rain spoilt the fine red handkerchief.
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