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It is that, perhaps, perhaps, her husband, being so rich, he might be able to put 'Tista in the way of doing something, or of getting me some work, so that we could save up the money for his apprenticeship by-and-by. What do you think of it now, Herr Ritter?
After all, I took a certain liberty with him." "That is all the more reason. If he is willing to forget it but I could tell you something, Tista, something that would persuade you." "What is it, my treasure?" asked Gianbattista with a smile, bending down to look into her eyes. "Oh, something very wonderful, something of which you would never dream. I could scarcely believe my eyes.
The news was so astounding that Gianbattista uttered an exclamation of surprise. "You need not be frightened," answered the artist. "I only went to look at a picture, and I did not look at it after all. I shall go to a great many more churches before I have finished this piece of work. You ought to go to the churches and study, Tista.
"What is the matter, Tista?" asked the priest, stopping on the steps and laying his hand on the iron railing. "I am discharged, turned out, insulted by that animal!" answered the apprentice hotly. "He is like a piece of wood! You might as well talk to a wall! You had only just closed the door when he pulled out his purse, counted my wages, and told me to take my things from his house in an hour.
But Tista says he may perhaps be here before long, and then we shall know." It was not very clear what was to be known, and Lucia hastened to direct their attention to the new grating. Gianbattista returned to work with the men, and the two women and Don Paolo stood looking on, occasionally shifting their position to get a better view of the work.
I threw the money in his face the beast!" "Hush, Tista," said Don Paolo. "Do not be angry we will arrange it all before night. He cannot do without you, and after all it is my fault. Calm yourself, Tista, my boy we will soon set that straight." "Yes in an hour I will have left the house. Then it will be straight enough, as you call it. Oh! I would like to strangle him!
But as I perceived her bright eyes still fastened upon my face, I lifted my hands imploringly towards the floating presence, and would fain have caught her fading impalpable garments. "Spirit!" I cried, "one question more! The boy 'Tista surely came with the morning, and learned at last, even though too late, who had been his unknown friend?"
"Papa, you are not angry any more as you were last night?" "Angry? No. What makes you ask such a question? I was not angry last night, and I am not angry now. Who put the idea into your head?" "I am so glad," answered Lucia. "Not with me, not with Tista? I am so glad! Where is Tista, papa?" "I have not the slightest idea.
I was handsome then, the painters said, and my hair and my complexion were worth something in the studio; but not for long. My color faded, and my hair grew thin, for I pined and sorrowed day and night after the husband I had lost, and at last no one would give two scudi for me, so I took 'Tista and left Rome to tramp.
So Herr Ritter stayed, and the three had their morning meal together. There was a little loaf of coarse black bread, a tin jug filled with coffee, and some milk in a broken mug. Only that, and yet they enjoyed it, for they finished all the loaf, and they drank all the coffee and the milk, and seemed wonderfully better for their frugal symposium when 'Tista rose to clear the table.
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