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"No, Doro, you and I must never quarrel. By the way, though, I want to see you angry. Every one talks of the Panacci temper, but when I am with you I always see you smiling or laughing. As to the Marchese, he is as lively as a boy. Viviano " "Oh, Viviano is a buffone. Have you ever seen him imitate a monkey from whom another monkey has snatched a nut?" "No." "It is like this "
With extraordinary suddenness he distorted his whole face into the likeness of an angry ape, hunching his shoulders and uttering fierce simian cries. "No, I can't do it." With equal suddenness and self-possession he became his smiling self again. "Viviano has studied in the monkey-house. And the monk looking the other way when he passes along the Marina where the women are bathing in the summer!
"The pool of San Francesco, Signorino Marchesino." "Pool of San Francesco. I remember now. That is the place where all the fishermen along the coast towards Nisida go to sleep. I have slept there many times when I was a boy, and so has Viviano. To-night shall we do as the fishermen, Emilio?" There was no pressure in his careless voice.
"Then why didn't you come unto the balcony, amico mio?" "Because I thought you were street singers." "Davvero? Papa would be angry. And he is in a bad temper to-day anyhow." "Why?" "Well, I believe Gilda Mai is going to bring a causa against Viviano. Of course he won't marry her, and she never expected he could. Why, she used to be a milliner in the Toledo.
I, Viviano, even Sigismondo, we are all the same, we are all exactly like papa. If we are insulted we cannot control ourselves. You know it, Emilio!" "I am perfectly certain of it," said Artois. "I am positive you none of you can." "It does not matter whether it is a man or a woman. We must do something with our hands. We have got to.
For to-night, if I stay well, I feel that I shall not be santo." Artois burst into his big roaring laugh. "And why do you want to be santo to-night?" he asked. "The beautiful girl! I wish to keep her memory, if only for one night." "Very well, then. We will fish, and you shall be a saint." "Caro Emilio! Perhaps Viviano will come, too. But I think he will be with Lidia.
In the days when the arts of design flourished in Florence by the favour and assistance of the elder Lorenzo de' Medici the Magnificent, there lived in the city a goldsmith called Michelagnolo di Viviano of Gaiuole, who worked excellently well at chasing and incavo for enamels and niello, and was very skilful in every sort of work in gold and silver plate.
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