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Undoubtedly Torrini used his influence to hasten the movement already planned. The Association has too much shrewdness to espouse the quarrel of an individual." "What are we to do?" "If you are in the same mind you were when we talked over the possibility of an unreasonable demand like this, there is only one thing to do." "Fight it?" "Fight it."
"They will not be let starve in Stillwater," said Richard. Torrini turned his eyes upon him wistfully and doubtfully. "You will help them?" "Yes, I and others." "If they could be got to Italy," said Torrini, after meditating, "it would be well. Her farther," giving a side look at the woman, "is a fisherman of Capri." At the word Capri the woman lifted her head quickly.
A better man than Torrini would have spent some of it," added Father O'Meara, waving a sort of benediction in the direction of the bed. Richard did not speak for a moment or two. The wretchedness and grimness of it all smote him to the heart. When he looked up Mr. Taggett was gone, and the priest was gently drawing the coverlet over Torrini's face.
"Thank you for nothing," said Durgin, turning away. "I came from as good a quarry as ever Dick Shackford. Where's Torrini to-night?" "Nobody has seen him since the difficulty," said Dexter, "except Peters. Torrini sent for him after supper." As Dexter spoke, the door opened and Peters entered.
"He won't find him on the highway yonder," said a tgall, swarthy man named Torrini, an Italian. Nationalities clash in Stillwater. "That tramp is a thousand miles from here." "So he is if he has any brains under his hat," returned Snelling. "But they're on the lookout for him. The minute he pawns anything, he's gone." "Can't put up greenbacks or gold, can he?
"I don't know who else could be trusted with the frieze for the Soldiers' Monument. I'd like to keep him on a week or ten days longer. Suppose I have a plain talk with Torrini?" "Surely we have enough good hands to stand the loss of one." "For a special kind of work there is nobody in the yard like Torrini. That is one reason why I want to hold on to him for a while, and there are other reasons."
Come, now, Torrini, I can't speak Italian. Oh, I don't mind your scowling; I intend to stay." Torrini slowly unknitted his brows, and an irresolute expression stole across his face; then he called Brigida, and bade her go in with the children. She bowed her head submissively, and fixing her melting eyes on Richard for an instant passed into the adjoining chamber.
He lay motionless, with his eyes shut, as if composing himself, and Richard returned on tiptoe to his bench. A moment or two afterwards Torrini stirred the blanket with his foot. "Mr. Shackford!" "Well?" "I am as grateful as a dog." Torrini did not speak again. This expression of his gratitude appeared to ease him.
"Thanks," said Richard, softening at once, "but there's no need. Every man can go to his job. Denyven may stay, if he likes." The men lingered a moment, irresolute, and returned to the sheds in silence. Presently Torrini stretched out one leg, then the other, and slowly rose to his feet, giving a stupid glance at his empty hands as he did so.
I ought to keep quiet; but, the devil! with this fever in my brain! . . . . Mr. Shackford!" and Torrini, in spite of his imprisoned limb, suddenly half raised himself from the mattress. Richard sprung to his feet. "What is it, what do you want?" "Nothing," said Torrini, falling back on the pillow. Richard brought him a glass of water, which he refused.
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