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"Ryan, the older of the two, had proved himself an excellent seaman, and both Marston and Villari felt sure, from the way in which he spoke to the other seamen, that he had at one time been an officer. In addition to Spanish he speaks both English and French remarkably well, and his manners and personal appearance are extremely good, and no one would take him to be a Greek.
"Nothing but a little money. All my other things are on deck in a trunk." "That is already in the boat; the mate told me it was yours." "Hurry up, please, ladies," and the mate's head appeared above the rail. "Just another minute, Hutton," said Villari, as he, Mrs. Raymond, and the Samoan girl all returned to the cabin together.
At midnight she was nearly abreast of a beautiful little harbour called Lotofanga, and Villari, who was on deck, told the mate to haul the head sheets to windward and ta lower the boat. This was done so quietly that the only one of the passengers who knew what had been done was the Samoan, Lilo a bright, intelligent youth of about fifteen years of age.
Villari was the first mate of the ship, and was lying in another room, together with three wounded seamen. He was a small, wiry Italian, and when Frewen entered with Raymond and Mrs. Raymond, he waved his right hand politely to them, and a smile lit up his swarthy features. He had two bullet wounds, one a clean hole through the right shoulder, the other in the thigh.
As l'Espinois points out in his masterly essay in the Revue des Questions Historiques, Gregorovius refuses to recognize in Cesare Borgia the Messiah of a united Central Italy, but considers him merely as a high-flying adventurer; whilst Villari, in his Life and Times of Macchiavelli, tells you bluntly that Cesare Borgia was neither a statesman nor a soldier but a brigand-chief.
What Villari says, for the purpose of adding rhetorical force to his "brigand-chief" that Cesare was no statesman and no soldier is entirely of a piece with the rest of the chapter in which it occurs a chapter rich in sweeping inaccuracies concerning Cesare.
Within two years you would be a power in Italy, at home, you will never be more than a professor at a University. Stay here! Villari and I will help you over your first difficulties. Write in French, or Italian, which you like, and as you are master of the entire range of Germanic culture, which scarcely any man in Italy is, you will acquire an influence of which you have not the least conception.
"Indeed!" said Frewen, with an air of concern, instantly surmising that the injured man was either Almanza or the Chileno sailor whom Villari had shot. "Is he getting on all right?" "Not at all well and unfortunately I do not know anything about a fractured collar-bone." Frewen replied, with perfect truth, that he had seen several broken collar-bones. Perhaps he might be of assistance.
It is a fine subject about which to make phrases, and the passion for phrase-making will at times outweigh the respect for truth. Thus Villari with his "the worst Pontiff that ever filled St.
I did not quite undress, and I'll be ready in a minute. Baby is fast asleep. Is Loisé awake?" "No, I'm glad to say. Olivee has her." "Please come on, Mrs. Raymond," said Villari, somewhat impatiently; "go on, Olivee, with the little girl." He let them precede him, and almost before she knew it, Mrs.
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