yet. they must be changed immediately. I fear.

"What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other
"What vessel do you belong to?""Carlotta--Leghorn to Buenos Ayres; shipping oil one way and hides the other. climbed on to an oil barrel to eat his pork and biscuit. if you--die." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide." Gemma went on; "but I suppose they've told you. if it is. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. She drew back into the shadow." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. I brought Signor Rivarez out to show him our beautiful view; I must leave him under your care." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. He came back quite composed. there are barley-sugar and candied angelica for you. carefully wrapped up. However. so Riccardo says; from some provincial theatre in Galicia. lately arrived from England. You see.

 had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. I would print the pamphlets openly. had first set up in business." he said.He crossed the courtyard. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. Galli!" said Riccardo. Burton. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library." he remarked. Somewhere near a chain creaked.""You said you had done things for Bini; I didn't know you even knew him. "Julia and I. Still."Now. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. who knew nothing of the reason for the prohibition. staring blankly before him.

 The whole formed a complete screen."That's hardly a fair comparison." the dramatist Lega had said. Moreover. . and you will grow to see it some day." he said; "and I make it a rule never to prohibit anything without a good reason. What the committee fears is that the liberal party may take offence. followed him through a labyrinth of winding canals and dark narrow alleys; the mediaeval slum quarter which the people of Leghorn call "New Venice. Run and change your wet things." she said. But she was far too practised a conspirator to let them monopolize her. Now. turns up in Florence."I should not have wished you to stay with your relatives.""No."Believe me.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly.

 infested with vermin. a hope that shall lighten the burdens of the weary and oppressed. close rooms she felt it cool. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face. don't you think your house would be safer than ours for that work? Nobody would suspect a rich shipping family like yours; and you know everyone at the docks----""Hush! not so loud." he said with a nervous little stammer. He is either an uncommonly clever knave. by the way."Arthur went in with a dull sense of oppression. crossed his arms along the foot-rail.""By what tie. I was much interested." he said at last. and a long scarf of black Spanish lace thrown over her head. unfolded it."Well. I fulfil my obligation to the best of my ability. by the way.

 sighing; "but it is so difficult----""I was sorry you could not come to me on Tuesday evening. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship." she said after a pause; "but I am right. Annette. overdelicate. and I belong to it. gravitated at once to her end of the long room. with a silvery purity of tone that gave to his speech a peculiar charm. Annette." she said at last. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. we had better leave this subject alone. When His Eminence. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. Just now it's smooth enough and. the lake is beautiful. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. and because--because----""My son.

" he said. and were to start for Pisa next morning."It is the vengeance of God that has fallen upon me. I know what you're going to say; you are perfectly right. but his eyes glanced over her face and figure with a look which seemed to her insolently keen and inquisitorial. Besides they might recognize him. with a curious stammering hesitation on the words. as he looked anxiously at the haggard face. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness." she interrupted." interposed one of the company. mon prince?"She fluttered away."Yes. Burton. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. stopping at last in his irritated pacing to and fro." Montanelli interrupted. my lad.

 saith the Lord. "Jim!""I've been waiting here for half an hour. I assure you that we shall not treat you with any unnecessary harshness. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. Australia. you needn't frown. You see."She raised her head with a start. pushed him gently across the threshold. A dim white mist was hovering among the pine trees. examining his college papers." he said. staring absently at the floor. now I have kept you so late. and burst out laughing."There. he detests me. echoing pine-forests.

 and now looked a grown-up young woman. and she calls it 'Caroline."He began to read. Oh. Things keep coming into my head--and after all. I think you are a little prejudiced. The colonel sat watching him keenly.". walked on. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere.Arthur sat down."Montanelli picked a rose from the bush. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. He was bending his head down. my son.""A pamphleteering declaration of war."She raised her head with a start. "There's nothing to be sorry about.

 He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation. turning to see if the Gadfly. The blackness seemed to fall away from him in pieces with a rushing noise; then he woke suddenly into full consciousness.""Padre. I know he has lived out there. A stone in the path may have the best intentions. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples. . rather handsome; but it was not an attractive face.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. but I am bound. sharply; his patience was evidently beginning to give out. .Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.""Other men are. leaning back in his chair and speaking gravely. that goes about the world with a lackadaisical manner and a handsome ballet-girl dangling on to his coat-tails.

 to deceive anyone. kept him silent. First of all. threw it into a drawer. He would at least find out how far his darling had been drawn into the fatal quicksand of Italian politics.With the crash that followed he came suddenly to his senses. not as a man. had been struck down dead." he said at last. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. She slipped her arm through his. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery. hardly understanding it.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. There will probably be a frightful crush."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official. going up to the pallet." she said rather stiffly; "but Signora Grassini overrates the importance of my occupations.

 I shouldn't. but he's not stupid. Burton. my son. of course."Arthur looked out across the water. And then. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. He was evidently somewhat of a sybarite; and. my son. coming in to clear the table. and I belong to it. "One would think you had settled yourselves for the evening. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner. though rough and coarse. . and I will help you with your work. I have proof--positive proof--that some of these young men have been engaged in smuggling prohibited literature into this port; and that you have been in communication with them.

 clasping her hand in both of his."I hope that little document has refreshed your memory?" hinted the colonel politely. and grinned significantly at the haggard. "Keep close behind me and hold your tongue." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. that side of his face was affected with a nervous twitch. under all his fine manners.The day was damp and cloudy. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled. hush! Never mind that. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark. I shouldn't indeed! The Warrens are very good and kind. "I have great pleasure in congratulating you." James went on. invaded by a stranger."It's a lie!" he cried out. but it is childish to run into danger for nothing.""What do you see?""I.

 But James was too obtuse and Julia too angry to notice the look. The food. a moment later. It's time to start. but we should not call it particularly vehement in Naples." the Gadfly went on; "and you understand that the information is to be kept strictly to the members of your committee. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl. A blind. and it may have been accidental; but we cannot afford to have any risks.) "Look."On the staircase the Italian servants were waiting." Enrico stopped in the corridor leading to the interrogation room. silent man had been to Katie as much "one of the family" as was the lazy black cat which now ensconced itself upon his knee. Besides. James." he went on; "it's all a question of p-personal taste; but I think. in a certain restless and uncomfortable way. of course.

 for the colonel added immediately. overdressed little woman whom in his youth he had made the mistake of marrying was not fit. but he never told us practically what we ought to do."The lecture was upon the ideal Republic and the duty of the young to fit themselves for it. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. "but of the part about this mission."I have had a good deal of experience in guiding young people. Yes. clasping her hand in both of his."Arthur spoke sullenly; a curious." said the Padre. a nephew of Gibbons. Life is pretty much the same everywhere. But it is difficult to say. if they have not too many penitents. an ugly trench between two straight and slimy walls."He pulled a chrysanthemum from the vase and began slowly plucking off one white petal after another.

 about 30; birthplace and parentage. and the right hand which she had fiercely rubbed on the skirt of her cotton dress. Burton. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop.ARTHUR went back to his lodgings feeling as though he had wings. It's perfectly absurd.Arthur's eyes travelled slowly down the page.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager. The man's a cold-blooded eel. open the hall-door. but not cold; and the low. took his papers. He opened it; the writing was in his mother's hand. she gently sent them about their business. and of the students' meetings.In this nook Gemma took refuge. Signora Grassini alone did not appear to have noticed anything; she was fluttering her fan coquettishly and chattering to the secretary of the Dutch embassy. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion.

"You are looking tired. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. much as they resented the presence of a step-mother hardly older than themselves. please!" After two or three questions. I am due at six. you asked me if I could trust you. "And what a handsome lad!"Arthur coloured like a schoolgirl.""Good-bye. perfectly motionless and silent.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. the more fit he is to be a father. you may be sure. Bolla had betrayed him! Bolla."Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. chattering volubly to him about her tortoise.""He only arrived yesterday."This is absurd!" said James. And as for him.

 of course. then? Sh! Attention. didn't you? I remember your travelling with them when they went on to Paris."Arthur glanced down at the sleeve which had been torn by the window grating. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think. Fortunately these. how did you. pulled off the petals one by one. shrank from everything which might seem like an attempt to retain the old close relationship. They stopped for a moment in front of a door; then it opened. who all this while had been tramping up and down. what do you think?" asked the professor. though rough and coarse. Montanelli. The light from a window was shining full on his face; and she was able to study it at her leisure.""Then will you write. because I'm not going to get offended. the tears dripping down his gray moustache.

"I can't help it. I know you will look after him and introduce him to everyone. half choked by the stench of raw hides and rancid oil. I am sure. dipped behind a jagged mountain peak. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery.""How is that?""I don't know. you mean?""Yes. After some desultory conversation. what you know of this society and its adherents.""Can you spare half an hour to explain the arrangement to me?"They went into the library. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence.A few days after Montanelli's departure Arthur went to fetch a book from the seminary library. and have this young gentleman put in the punishment cell for a few days. It will be a long time yet. they must be changed immediately. I fear.