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Updated: May 29, 2025
Maria shuddered. "There, that is ever so much nearer. Oh, I am frightened, something dreadful is happening over there just out of sight." "Silly! those are our own guns. Ask any of our soldiers," Lucia said. "Here comes your guard, the handsome Roderigo Vicello, maybe he can tell us. Good morning to you!" she called gayly and beckoned the soldier to come to them.
"Are you awake, dear?" she asked hurriedly, "then I will go and tell Sister Francesca and the Doctor." She hurried off. Lucia sat up and looked at Roderigo. She was a sorry sight in her muddy clothes, and her hair fell about her shoulders. "You are a fine soldier, Roderigo Vicello," she said impulsively, "and I would say so if you had only fought for one day, for I know how brave you are.
Lucia saw one boy leaning heavily against the door, and ran to him. "Roderigo Vicello!" she exclaimed, when she looked up at him. Roderigo swayed and would have fallen if she had not supported him. "I can not go," he said weakly. "I am too tired, and I want to go. I have watched her out of sight, but I am too tired to follow." Lucia looked at him intently.
Roderigo Vicello had only arrived that morning in Cellino, and Lucia was not the familiar little figure to him that she was to the other soldiers. But she was none the less welcome for that, after the monotony of the day, and Roderigo as she came nearer straightened up self-consciously and tilted his black patent leather hat with its rakish cluster of cock feathers a little more to one side.
He asked me my name and where I lived, and I told him, and he said he had a nephew in the war, and one of the boys asked him how Roderigo Vicello was, and when I heard that name I just shouted, 'Why I know him, and then I told them all about the bridge and the King giving Roderigo a medal, and everything.
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