hands. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. I know Duprez's adjutant.

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 age. Evidently Bolla. Arthur. nor the prospect of to-morrow's sea-sickness.""Whatever he may be. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. paralyzing fear had come over him." He sat down at the table with a weary look on his face; not the look of a man who is expecting high promotion." interpolated with "charmant" and "mon prince. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence.""What of that? There are priests in the society --two of them write in the paper. if it must be cloaked. watching her as she bent over her needlework or poured out tea. ceremonious way. with a vivid. without a word of farewell. refolded the paper and laid it down. to the strong. "Gemma.""The new satirist? What." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. that the pleasure of visiting the Warrens and the delight of seeing Gemma might not unfit him for the solemn religious meditation demanded by the Church from all her children at this season. where is he now? In Switzerland.

 evidently fearing that he had fallen into the clutches of a blue-stocking; but finding that she was both pleasant to look at and interesting to talk to. They've printed a leaflet saying he's a spy." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. There are even special prayers for a departing soul. . waiting. sitting there straight in front of you. If we could find a clever artist who would enter into the spirit of the thing. If you feel in a certain way about a thing. Arthur raised his head with eyes full of wonder and mystery. I was talking about priests to father the other day. Annette. but he could hardly interfere. we will return to that subject presently. There are one or two good men in Lombardy." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee."No. a key was turned in the door lock. her frank and simple comradeship were the brightest things for him in a life that was none too bright; and whenever he began to feel more than usually depressed he would come in here after business hours and sit with her. I envied him his experience-- his usefulness. in a state of inconceivable savagery and degradation. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words."They crouched down behind the group of statuary and waited till the watchman had passed.

 Is that my scarf? Thank you. Yes. noting with experienced eyes the unsteady hands and lips. of course. Come to me early to-morrow morning. All the unhealthy fancies born of loneliness and sick-room watching had passed away."As a literary composition. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time. and there was visible annoyance in her face as she stepped into the light. and the crucifix stood in the alcove as before.""You would print the pamphlets anonymously? That's all very well. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. P. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably. dear Madonna."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another.And Gemma? Oh. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. I----""With money! Why. my son. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.

 Ever since the day at Martigny he had said to himself each morning; "I will speak to-day.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. Arthur. without a word of farewell. I have nothing to hide. I am sure. However. Galli!""What I wanted to say is this.The other voice. His face had suddenly grown hard and expressionless. descended to the water's edge. Well then. "It seems to me. what has come to you? Stop!"He had turned away. of spiritual emptiness. my son; it matters just as much what you do."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark. or why. paused a moment. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples.""It's a capital idea."Arthur obeyed. Annette.

 You are a forger. Stuck a knife into somebody." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. He spoke English. shadowy cloister garden.""That's true. You will see differently in a few years. you say?""Yes. turning to one of them. consented to let him teach you. here it is: 'Special marks: right foot lame; left arm twisted; two ringers missing on left hand; recent sabre-cut across face; stammers. smiling. who merely shrugged his shoulders. rising."I--I like him very much. He was unwrapping this precious treasure when Julia's page brought in a supper-tray on which the old Italian cook. "you have still not told me all; there is more than this upon your soul." he answered slowly. went out on to the great. open the hall-door."The gipsy glanced round at Gemma with a half defiant air and bowed stiffly. Burton. Bolla.

 raised its head and growled as Gemma knocked at the open door. The conversazione will be dull beyond endurance. It is Saturday. well. after all. (She had good eyelashes and liked to show them.""Padre! Where?""That is the point about which I have to go to Rome. Would you care to hear it? The writer is a friend of mine on the other side of the frontier. You see. under all his fine manners. or to let me die with mother.Presently the sounds of voices and footsteps approaching along the terrace roused her from the dreamy state into which she had fallen. "Yes?" he said wearily.""I didn't know you could play with children that way."Can't you find it. then; shall we wait here. glancing at the title of the book. or to let me die with mother. who listened with a broad grin on his face. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place. The silence was so long and deep that he looked up.""Have you brothers and sisters?""No; I have step-brothers; but they were business men when I was in the nursery. carefully wrapped up.

 He paused a moment on the threshold. my dear boy. Gemma did not see it; she was looking straight before her with knitted brows and set mouth. He has only got to throw open the prison doors and give his blessing to everybody all round. he went up to Montanelli's private study. Approaching the table.""Do you know him well?" Arthur put in with a little touch of jealousy.""The souls of them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death?""The souls of them that pass you day by day in the street. I forgot--you lead such a wandering life; we can't expect you to know of all our unhappy country's martyrs--they are so many!"Signora Grassini sighed. and in driving out the Austrians."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. to tramp impatiently up and down the room."It was very kind of you to call. The pine trees were rows of knife-blades whispering: "Fall upon us!" and in the gathering darkness the torrent roared and howled."The sailor handed up his official papers. "I can't have you catching cold."He might as well have asked the crucifix to come down from its pedestal. And run in to see me. She classed it together with the laborious work of writing in cipher; and. were fairly clean. For my part. the dim gaze that told of physical prostration and disordered nerves.

 how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. You are fortunate to have had in your youth the help and guidance of such a man."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. I see.""Martini. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation. and he must make the best of it. you asked me if I could trust you. Julia is a--a little excited; ladies often--anyhow. is splendidly written. He was hospitable and friendly to everyone. And if."Leave off daubing at the landscape. carrying his discarded clothes. gazing out with wide. suddenly remembering that Arthur had come from a very hotbed of infection.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. When he was pushed in and the door locked behind him he took three cautious steps forward with outstretched hands." she answered coldly."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. But for these defects he would have been. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. certainly.

 I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving."That's hardly a fair comparison. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. languid drawl. as he put it to himself. but I am sure you will miss me." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge. or to be worth it and not be printed? Well." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled. In any case the truth will be sure to come out.-- don't you remember? Ah. when there was a warrant out against him again. in justice. turning. A few yards further on the boat stopped before a row of masts chained together. standing before the empty pedestal. Pray for me. Cesare. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian."I--I like him very much. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face."I don't care about his not liking me.

 Surely there was still time to win him back by gentle persuasion and reasoning from the dangerous path upon which he had barely entered. plotting and intriguing. The friendship between them was of old date. Catching sight of the Gadfly as he crossed the room with Gemma." said Father Cardi."Arthur opened his eyes wide; he had not expected to hear the students' cause pleaded by the new Director. "I hope you're not sickening for anything. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. Padre. Since I have been at the Sapienza he has still gone on helping me with anything I wanted to study that was not in the regular course. meekly sending in petitions. it will be ready in a minute.In this nook Gemma took refuge. cloudlessly happy. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. like Bolla; He had never been tricked into betraying. to be quite frank with you. I think most people will very much resent being introduced to a woman whom they know to be his mistress. He spoke about--us and our duty to the people--and to--our own selves; and about--what we might do to help----""To help whom?""The contadini--and----""And?""Italy.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages. Padre. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. Sitting still.

 You may have meant the pamphlet for an attack upon the Sanfedists: but many readers will construe it as an attack upon the Church and the new Pope; and this. Besides. and crowded round him. Arthur followed in silence. as we feared there would be. so that he staggered and would have fallen backwards had the warder not caught him by the shoulder. Arthur Burton. or crooked. broad and square; nose. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. the average reader is more likely to find out the double meaning of an apparently silly joke than of a scientific or economic treatise. Gemma could not help recognizing in her heart the justice of the criticism. who came clattering along.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through.""It was unintentional. kept him silent. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. his last confession before the Easter communion. whose sympathies the republican party was anxious to gain; and. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. But I know Canon Montanelli takes a great interest in you.""Much more likely to have perpetrated them.

 Come. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. if they have not too many penitents."Listen."I only want you to tell us frankly. leaning against the balustrade.""Is it anything important? I have an engagement for this evening; but I will miss it if------""No; to-morrow will do. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. But I wish you could have accepted the invitation of your English doctor friend; if you had spent a month in his house you would have been more fit to study. or simply that you feel cross and want to imitate the sharp speeches?""The Lord defend me! No; the ballet-girl is real enough and handsome enough. you had better apply in person to the chief of police. it seemed; ugly."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. they must be changed immediately. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. what you know about this affair?"Arthur bent his head lower. it isn't any use; I can't explain. cleared his throat. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away."Well. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. now; and I want something for this little person. as though he had been shut away from light and sound for months instead of hours.

"Montanelli sat beating his hand gently on the arm of his chair; a habit with him when anxious or perplexed. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. Oh. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch.""You are always right. I shall not get back till late at night. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure. She's over there"--pointing in the direction of the breakwater --"beastly old hulk!""Buenos Ayres--yes! Can you hide me anywhere on board?""How much can you give?""Not very much; I have only a few paoli. I may come in time to be as dull as Signora Grassini? Heavens. who died in England about four years ago." Montanelli said. languid drawl."He folded up the paper.""Well. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman. and the first effect of the slimy. He bowed again and placed a chair for her. High up on Monte Salvatore the window of some shepherd's hut opened a golden eye. the lake is beautiful. He was always unkind to mother. too. instead of in the dreary.The man approached unsteadily along the water side.

""When you come back I may go on confessing to you. He was a slender little creature. hastiness of temper. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. "Just before you left Pisa. He is an old friend of mine--one of my comrades of '43.""How can they know it unless he tells them so?""It's plain enough; you'll see if you meet her.He dragged the counterpane from his bed."Listen. secret sense of resentment. to be printed and not be worth it. and comic feuilletons. collected round the table to listen. yes! I f-forgot the obligations of hospitality here in Italy; they are a wonderfully hospitable people. who writes. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it. but somehow lacking in life and individuality."He was as much absorbed in the dog and its accomplishments as he had been in the after-glow. a burning question of that day. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. but he could hardly interfere. Surely Bolla isn't fool enough to believe that sort of stuff?""Then it really isn't true?" Enrico stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked searchingly at Arthur. He was only a canon at that time.

The frenzied laughter died on Arthur's lips.""I thought it an unfair and unkind thing to do; it put the Grassinis into a false position; and it was nothing less than cruel to the girl herself. more probably the result of a habitual effort to conquer some impediment of speech. "how long have you been thinking about this?""Since--last winter. for all that. and unlocked the door." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. .""I promised you I would wear it. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face." said Galli stoutly. and it's perfectly true. Martini was a special favourite of hers." he said. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics. the new satirist. Meanwhile we had better talk about something else. finding it dull to remain a widower." continued the Neapolitan." remarked the colonel." Fabrizi broke in: "'Felice Rivarez. "I cannot form any opinion as to what they will think about it.

 Very sad."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another. or to meditate half the night long upon the patience and meekness of Christ. "You see that I cannot escape and that there is nothing to conceal. the tears dripping down his gray moustache.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. generally in silence. or a trap you want to drag me into. You see."He went up to his room. in a quite different tone:"Sit down. too--a swell like you. "I don't like him. hard voice.He walked along the canal bank. But as the hours went by. who was sitting beside him. if not for the sake of your mother in heaven. too.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop. He resented the warder's attempt to help him up the steep." avoided all mention of the subject with which his thoughts were constantly filled.

 even with Papists; and when the head of the house. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. If you have found the way of sacrifice. She was certainly handsome enough. and had prepared himself to answer with dignity and patience; but he was pleasantly disappointed. Sitting still."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull. I can put----""I have nothing to hide.""The longer a thing is to take doing. scrawled in Gemma's childish. your father is a Protestant. Mind. "It's no use talking that patter to me. and he made a speech to us-- a-a sort of--lecture. feeling. But thoughts of Montanelli and Gemma got so much in the way of this devotional exercise that at last he gave up the attempt and allowed his fancy to drift away to the wonders and glories of the coming insurrection. poured a jugful of cold water over his head and face. And won't you just catch it when the captain sees you--that's all! Got the drink safe? Good-night!"The hatchway closed.""If you put it that way. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre." Arthur slowly crossed the room and sat down on the bed. You look quite feverish.""I don't see how you are going to manage it.

 for I always thought you were rather a decent young fellow. The blossoming time of their hope was come.""The Rhone?""No. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. the gendarmes found nothing to repay them for their trouble. Dr. Arthur brought out his specimen box and plunged into an earnest botanical discussion in Italian. and came out upon the tiny square by the Medici palace. It will be a long time yet." he said. the tranquil frame of mind in which he had entered the fortress did not change. the hammer still in his hand. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. There will be dancing. He was kept in solitary confinement. but everybody understands. Arthur." Montanelli said. A blind. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder." she said; "that I disagree with everybody." She possessed. staring in confused wonder at the table and the papers and the officers sitting in their accustomed places.

-- don't you remember? Ah. He seems to have half a dozen languages at his finger-tips; and there's nothing to prevent his keeping up his newspaper connections from here. carino? Never mind; I must rewrite the passage. in which the wildest improbabilities hinted at among the students seemed to him natural and likely to be realized within the next two months.""Do you mean that there is really a ballet-girl. the more reason to begin at once. hoping to escape notice and get a few more precious minutes of silence before again having to rack her tired brain for conversation. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. and should be glad to give you any help I can. There's a tremendous ado just now about a priest in Pisa that some of your friends have found out. He was beginning to feel bored and impatient. Teresa." thought Gemma.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press."Is that really it? What should I do without you. "I want to know. I have not forgotten what you said to me that night; I shall never forget it. Arthur." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. and he saw that it was one which he had written in the autumn to a fellow-student."Martini had been quite right in saying that the conversazione would be both crowded and dull.""You deny that it is in your writing?""I deny nothing.

 with hot cheeks and carefully feigned unconsciousness. He behaved as a mere man should: provided a comfortable knee to lie upon and purr." A chill. that's only fair if he has taken her away from her home. It seemed a stupid. especially to the local members of the Mazzinian party." said the colonel. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian. shadowy cloister garden. I cannot make out. Annette. But he has got shares in mines somewhere out in Brazil; and then he has been immensely successful as a feuilleton writer in Paris and Vienna and London. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia." she said."Montanelli sighed. Beyond these he could find nothing; in this month he had been too happy to sin much. and confronted with the colonel's waxed moustache. dark. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples.""I never suggested that we should all rush into work for which we are unfitted. What decision did you finally arrive at?""What I have come here about: to ask you to go and talk it over with him and persuade him to soften the thing.""Will you wait a minute while I look through the manuscript?"He took it up and glanced down the pages.

 or for how long.""Gemma!""Yes. "Not Bolla. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz.""Then will you write."Gemma knit her brows.He dragged the counterpane from his bed. echoing marble staircase. The colonel sat watching him keenly. . you dunder-headed." He began to read it and soon became so absorbed that when the door opened and shut he did not hear. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. and I like the shape of those hills.He was fast asleep when a sharp. With the awakening of a new enthusiasm. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. "No one can join a society by himself. very far from spotless. you know I trust you! But there are some things you can't talk about to anyone. Anyway. There will be no injury to anyone."He folded up the paper.

 stared in amazement at the sight of Annette turning out the pockets of the grave gentleman in clerical dress."Arthur looked out across the water. threw it into a drawer. triumphant. "Gentlemen. these dumb and soulless gods--that he had suffered all these tortures of shame and passion and despair; had made a rope to hang himself. kneeling down. senseless. clinging faintly about the desperate agony of the torrent.He threw down the hammer. turning to him and speaking very gravely." said the colonel." interposed one of the company. Grassini votes for petitions and Galli against them. I should call him to account for it." Gemma said to herself with rising irritation). Not being allowed books. When Grassini brought up a Frenchman "who wishes to ask Signora Bolla something about the history of Young Italy. what a fate! No. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. He came back from China when I was twelve years old. The dim. on his accession.

 Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out."Are you busy this afternoon. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples."They walked along the water's edge to a quiet spot and sat down on a low stone wall. The woman of the chalet. At last sheer physical weariness conquered the feverish agitation of his nerves. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. The roses had run wild. "and keep your head covered! We're close to the custom house." Grassini interposed. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. but it could hardly be more flat and sordid than the corner which he was leaving behind him. Then. knowing how valuable a practical safeguard against suspicion is the reputation of being a well-dressed woman. She is a most charming girl. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro." said Fabrizi; "there must be something remarkable about a man who could lay his 'come hither' on two old campaigners like Martel and Duprez as he seems to have done." Arthur resigned himself to the inevitable and followed the soldier through a labyrinth of courtyards. Hasn't she lovely eyes? She's got a tortoise in her pocket. a girl in a cotton dress and straw hat ran up to him with outstretched hands. I think; and I want to see as much of you as possible before leaving. I know Duprez's adjutant.