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"Yes," she murmured, half fearfully. "When Arnold brought you to Bourne End," Fenella continued, "for one moment I looked at you and I wondered. You seemed, even then, to remind me of some one who had existed in the past. I know now who it was. You have something of Andrea's air, but you are very like your mother, Ruth." "You knew her?" Ruth asked. "Very slightly," Fenella replied.
There is careful painting and ingenious composition, but a less finished manner of colouring than in Andrea's Joseph, which was painted about the same time for Pier Borgherini. Like Ridolfo Ghirlandajo, Francia Bigio fell off in his later style, partly because his ambition failed him, and also because he began to look on art as a means of livelihood a motive which is certain death to high art.
These began as low as "Four lire" on a pigeon from Milan, "A hundred lire" on number "670," an aggressive-looking Belgian, and then Andrea's head swam as a burly American called out, "fifty dollars on '1104." After that things became lively as the judges passed from one to another, inspecting every bird most carefully and making note of individual characteristics.
Andrea's mode of life and love of good living did not conduce to his safety; he was taken ill suddenly, and gave himself up for lost. Neither Vasari nor Biadi says he was entirely deserted by his wife; they only hint that she came to his room as little as she could, having a great fear of the plague.
But he implied, in painfully halting English, that he could not give lessons at all. Nor could any of his countrymen in Addington. Jeffrey stood upon no ceremony with him. "Why the devil," said he, "do you talk to me as if you'd begun English yesterday? You forget I've heard you translating bunkum up on the circus-ground." Andrea's eyes shone the more enchantingly. He was shameless, though.
He then led the young man into the study, and either by chance or manoeuvre the door was partially closed after Andrea, so that from the place where they sat neither the Count nor the baroness could see anything; but as the banker had accompanied Andrea, Madame Danglars appeared to take no notice of it. The count soon heard Andrea's voice, singing a Corsican song, accompanied by the piano.
The appearance of the third gendarme settled the matter, for a crowd of curious loungers was extended before him, effectually blocking the entrance to the hotel. "They're after me!" was Andrea's first thought. "The devil!" A pallor overspread the young man's forehead, and he looked around him with anxiety.
"Pray God that we may not, if you would die in your bed," I answered mockingly. "Adieu!" With what fictions I could call to mind I put off Andrea's questions touching the peculiar fashion of St. Auban's leave-taking.
This affair of Andrea's will lend itself to a score or so of lampoons and pasquinades, all of which will cast an injurious reflection upon my person and position. That, Monsieur, is, methinks, sufficient evil to suffer at your hands. The late Cardinal would have had you broken on the wheel for less.
Griffin lost a good deal of ground by this assertion, which implied a doubt of Andrea's knowledge of foreign tongues. "You say, Signor Tenente, if I comprehend your meaning, that Ving-y-Ving is not English?" "Indeed I do, sir; at least no English that I have ever heard spoken, at sea or ashore; and we seamen have a language of our own."
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