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You will clean out this tunnel, sending the ore above to the dump." "It shall be done," cried the foreman, bowing low before the mine owner. "And now, Senor Tomaso, if it suits you, we will go to another tunnel," proposed Don Luis. "Very good, sir," Tom assented. "What had been in my mind was to order the drillers at work here and see a blast made."
This drew me from my sleep, for the human ear is very susceptible to superlatives. "What is it?" "A letter for your lordship. As it is marked 'Immediate, I thought I might take the liberty of disturbing your lordship's slumbers." "You did quite right, Tomaso." "You owe me eight sous, signore, which I paid for the postage." "There's half a franc, keep the change."
Have me or not, you have the choice; only this is my determination; I will accept orders from no man here." "Go, then," said Tomaso; "leave us. You came unbidden, and you may depart when you please." A general silence succeeded this speech. Toro's aid was not to be despised.
"Do the other mines pay as well as El Sombrero?" "Oh, no, Senor Tomaso," Montez replied quickly. "The other mines yield not anywhere near as rich ore as comes from El Sombrero." "Are you going to take us to see the other mines?" Tom hinted. "Gladly would I do so, Senor Tomaso, only I am not on good terms with the owners." "I'm sorry," Tom sighed.
She was called Giacinta, it appeared, and had married a mason, one Tomaso Gozzo, by whom she had had seven children, Pierina, then Tito, a big fellow of eighteen, then four more girls, each at an interval of two years, and finally the infant, a boy, whom she now had on her lap.
Here he might have been tempted to halt, although, to be sure, he saw no sign of Tomaso, but beyond the valley, still westward, he saw mountains, which drew him strangely. In particular, one uplifted peak, silver and sapphire as the clear day, and soaring supreme over the jumble of lesser summits, attracted him.
Now Tomaso, it was clear, could not hold his own in a battle wherein mere brute force was to have the best of it, and feeling himself at a disadvantage in this respect, he dodged about his adversary as nimbly as Harlequin himself. Being very quick-sighted, he saw what sort of a blow was coming ere it was fairly dealt, and so he shaped his defence.
It was just after dawn that Sturges saw Tomaso rein in his mustang and peer into the shrubbery beside the trail. When he reached the spot himself, he saw signs of a struggle. The brush was trampled for some distance into the thicket, and several of the young trees were wrenched almost from their roots.
In 1836, when the Sardinian Court was residing at Genoa, two Parisians, more or less famous, could fancy themselves still in Paris when they found themselves in a palazzo, taken by the French Consul-General, on the hill forming the last fold of the Apennines between the gate of San Tomaso and the well-known lighthouse, which is to be seen in all the keepsake views of Genoa.
Guy Bouverel came springing up the stair, Giovanni and Padraig close behind him. When greetings had been exchanged, and Alan had told the others that he was in London only for a brief stay on his way to France, Tomaso addressed the young goldsmith. "Guy," he said, "did you ever ferret out anything more about those parchment scraps we found among the King's coin?
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