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At length they came to an omnibus. The admiral beckoned to Merrihew to step in. The luggage was thrown on top. "I am very grateful to you," said Merrihew, offering his hand. The admiral shook it somewhat doubtfully, tipped his cap, and went hurriedly back to the dogana, or custom-house. Shortly after Hillard appeared. "We shan't go up in the omnibus," he said. "We'll take a carriage."
He was soon falling in a bad way; he gasped, his lips grew blue and the whites of his eyes bloodshot. This man was killing him! And so he was; for Hillard, realizing that he had lost everything in the world worth living for, was mad for killing. For a time the others were incapable of action.
He took the glass, held it against the light to see where her lips had touched it. Carefully he poured out the wine from the opposite side and kissed the rim. "I shall keep this glass. I must have some visible object to make sure that this hasn't been a dream. Mrs. Sandford may send me the bill." "You may kiss my hand, Mr. Hillard."
And patiently Giovanni waited, knowing that shortly his master would offer some suggestion. "Would you like me to give you the necessary money to go to Paris and bring her back to the Sabine Hills?" he asked softly. "I shall go to Paris, signore after." "You will never find him." "Who can say?" "What is his name?" Hillard had never till this moment asked this question.
Farther within its depths, you perceive a bottom of pure white sand, sparkling through the transparent water, which, methought, was the very purest liquid in the world. After Mr. Emerson left us, Hillard and I bathed in the pond, and it does really seem as if my spirit, as well as corporeal person, were refreshed by that bath.
But the next morning she complained bitterly: "I tested ever' one o' them yaller coins las' night, they mout a put a counterfeit in the lot, an' see heah, Hillard " she grinned showing her teeth "I wore my teeth to the quick a testin' 'em!" The next week, as the train took the Bishop away, he stood on the rear platform to cry good-bye to Shiloh and Jack Bracken who were down to see him off.
"And the cook and the butler," concluded Giovanna; "we do not get on well." "It is because they are in mortal fear of you, you brigand! Well, my coat and cap." Hillard presently left the house and hailed a Fifth Avenue omnibus. He looked with negative interest at the advertisements, at the people in the streets, at his fellow-travelers. One of these was hidden behind his morning paper. Personals.
Now, at eleven o'clock that same morning two distinguished Italians sat down to breakfast in one of the fashionable hotels. The one nor the other had ever heard of Hillard, they did not even know that such a person existed; and yet, serenely unconscious, one was casting his life-line, as the palmist would say, across Hillard's. The knots and tangles were to come later.
When Merrihew had gone Hillard opened the shutters to clear the room of the tobacco smoke, and stood beside the sill, absorbing the keen night air and admiring the serene beauty of the picture which lay spread before him. The moon stood high and clear now, the tiled roofs shone mistily, and from some near-by garden came the perfume of boxwood and roses. All was silence; noisy Naples slept.
He was about to cross the square, when he was hailed. "Hello, Jack! I say, Hillard!" Hillard wheeled and saw Merrihew. He, too, was in riding-breeches. "Why, Dan, glad to see you. Were you in the park?" "Riverside. Beastly cold, too. Come into the Plaza and join me in a cup of good coffee." "Had breakfast long ago, boy." "Oh, just one cup! I'm lonesome."
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