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"Torrini, if you don't quit the yard in two minutes by the clock yonder, I shall put you out by the neck. Do you understand?" Torrini glared about him confusedly for a moment, and broke into voluble Italian; then, without a warning gesture, sprung to his feet and struck at Richard. A straight red line, running vertically the length of his cheek, showed where the chisel had grazed him.
"But Slocum's Yard can," said Richard, irritated to observe the influence Torrini exerted on even such men as Denyven. "That's between you and him, sir, of course, but" "But what?" "Well, isr, I can't say hexactly; but if I was you I would bide a bit." "No, I think Torrini's time has come." "I don't make bold to advise you, sir. I merely throws out the hobservation."
"There's a general strike threatened in the village; foundry-men, spinners, and all." "So much the worse for everybody! I did not suppose it was as bad as that. What has become of Torrini?" "The day after he left us he was taken on as forgeman at Dana's." "I am glad Dana has got him!"
They remained motionless, resting on their mallets, with their eyes turned towards Richard. Torrini followed the general glance, and pause din his harangue. "Talk of the devil!" he muttered, and then, apparently continuing the thread of his discourse, broke into a strain of noisy declamation. Richard walked up to him quietly. "Torrini," he said, "you can't be allowed to speak here, you know."
He was evidently in great dread of a visit from some person, and that person was Durgin. Torrini ought to be questioned without delay; he is very low, and may die at any moment. He is lying in a house at the further end of the town. If it is not imperative that I should report myself to Justice Beemis, we had better go there at once." Mr.
"With whom?" "Torrini, sir, he's awful bad this day." "Torrini, it is always Torrini! It seems odd that one man should be everlastingly at the bottom of everything wrong. How did it happen? Give it to me straight, Denyven; I don't want a crooked story. This thing has got to stop in Slocum's Yard." "The way of it was this, sir: Torrini wasn't at the shop this morning. He 'ad a day off." "I know."
Torrini was now making violent harangues at Grimsey's Hall to largely augmented listeners, whom his words irritated without convincing. Shut off from the tavern, the men flocked to hear him and the other speakers, for born orators were just then as thick as unripe whortleberries. There was nowhere else to go. At home were reproaches that maddened, and darkness, for the kerosene had given out.
Torrini agreed to that also, because of some real or fancied injury at your hands. It seems that the implement which Durgin had employed in forcing the scullery door the implement which he afterwards used so mercilessly had been stolen from your workshop.
He promised Durgin, however, to keep his flight secret for three or four days, at the end of which time Torrini meant to reveal all to me at confession. The night you sat with him, Mr. Shackford, he was near breaking his promise; your kindness was coals of fire on his head.
He went directly to the group composed chiefly of Slocum's men, and without making any remark began to distribute among them certain small blue tickets, which they pocketed in silence. Glancing carelessly at his piece of card-board, Durgin said to Peters, "Then it's decided?" Peters nodded. "How's Torrini?" "He's all right." "What does he say?"
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