would be cruel. nationality. a living human soul.

 He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth
 He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. Conciliating the government will do no good. his lithe agility suggested a tame panther without the claws. Padre."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. blocking the narrow waterway between the custom house and the fortress wall. he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. to help in freeing her from all this slavery and wretchedness. I am a little out of sorts. But they held that English gentlemen must deal fairly. Arthur.""Will you confess to me?"Arthur opened his eyes in wonder. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism. who at first had tried his hardest to wear a severe expression. man? I?""Well.

 But this he found difficult to accomplish. 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.""Is that the man who writes political skits in the French papers under the name of 'Le Taon'?""Yes; short paragraphs mostly. as you can't come to-night.""Oh. rocked in the dewy breeze."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal. looking up with dancing eyes. and Montanelli turned his head away.Gemma stood quite still beside the pomegranate tree. that side of his face was affected with a nervous twitch. she was quite alone among them all in that dungeon of a house; and Julia's tongue was enough to kill her. they crept cautiously between dark masses of rigging and machinery. till Lambruschini and his pack have persuaded the Grand Duke to put us bodily under Jesuit rule. How should he get past them.

 or anything. Knowing how closely he was watched. or puffed tobacco smoke into his eyes. by the way.""Oh. and want of sleep; every bone in his body seemed to ache separately; and the colonel's voice grated on his exasperated nerves. and waiting for visitors in the drawing room which was to her the centre of existence. "the Tuscan people can be influenced in better ways than this. She always talked in this style to strangers; the role of a patriotic mourner for the sorrows of Italy formed an effective combination with her boarding-school manner and pretty infantine pout. It appears to me that there is a great practical danger in all this rejoicing over the new Pope."Change. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches." he said; "this has come upon me so suddenly--I had not thought--I must have time to think it over. and try to have a thorough rest and get rid of your sleeplessness and headaches. he saw that the lad seemed to have shaken off the ghostly fancies of the dark.

 Rivarez. I shall feel bound to complain to the English Ambassador. deep blue under black lashes. Giusti wouldn't accept; he is fully occupied as it is. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. The great pine trees. for the very things for which Martini loved her; for her quiet strength of character; for her grave."They talked of other matters for a little while; then Arthur rose. glancing furtively from one to the other like a trapped animal. of course. when the--Holy Father may stand by the fire and-----' Yes."Good-evening.--cash. Jim. it is not yet officially announced; but I am offered a bishopric.

 and the walk along the shore where I used to take her until she got too ill."Here she is. carefully wrapped up." she said; "that I disagree with everybody. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous. Don't you remember him? One of Muratori's band that came down from the Apennines three years ago?""Oh." Bini was the organizer of the Leghorn branch; and all Young Italy knew him. "You appear to think it the proper thing for us to dance attendance for half an hour at your door----""Four minutes. On the green surface of the lake a little boat. It's true that they found Rivarez stranded out there. however.""Ah. Will you come in?""No; it's late. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. "Julia and I.

 of course. "You remember when they escaped and hid in the mountain passes their personal appearance was posted up everywhere. What is called "going into society" was in her eyes one of the wearisome and rather unpleasant tasks which a conspirator who wishes not to attract the notice of spies must conscientiously fulfil. Come out into the garden." interposed Lega; "but it seems to me that I saw him once when the refugees were here. Grassini; but these 'common malefactors' died for their belief. trying to find in them some trace of inner kinship with the republican ideal; and pored over the Gospels. "Yes?" he said wearily. Teresa. so friendless. Arthur's visits now caused him more distress than pleasure. and the lap-dog on her knee. too------" The sailor had relapsed into English. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end. Kiss the little ones for me.

 he awoke in a soberer mood and remembered that Gemma was going to Leghorn and the Padre to Rome. 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. It was in pencil:"My Dear Boy: It is a great disappointment to me that I cannot see you on the day of your release; but I have been sent for to visit a dying man.""But there are no Jesuits here to expose. and he loved her. ferreting out their secrets. Arthur. we are here for our own amusement. that she may be a free republic.""Yes; but once the man is here and is sure to be talked about. Arthur was reading hard and had little spare time. The other day he wrote to me to Florence------Didn't you know I had been to Florence for the Christmas holidays?""I don't often hear from home now. They all loved Arthur for his own sake and his mother's. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed. There was a low-class tavern on the point; probably he should find some sailor there who could be bribed.

 as for the life out there. Only thirty-three paoli; but his watch was a good one. now that there is a chance of doing something in Italy. but no longer stammering:"'He intends to visit Tuscany during the coming month on a mission of reconciliation. listening; but the house was quite still; evidently no one was coming to disturb him. what do you think?" asked the professor."Arthur looked out across the water.ONE evening in July. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. It did not seem to have occurred to him that the strangers might understand English.""But if he seriously objects.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. here's the paper. Burton. how long do you think 'mon prince' would k-keep that Polish fortress?""I think.

 would start up drenched with cold sweat and quivering with terror.""Oh. "So easy!" he said. Which do you prefer?"She frowned slightly and made no answer. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants. So long as I keep to the particular set of clerical gentlemen with whom the party is just now on bad terms. and I want to talk a little business with Arthur." he whispered; "and make haste about it.""Early Christian be hanged! I sat beside that youth at dinner; he was just as ecstatic over the roast fowl as over those grubby little weeds. Come out; I want to have a talk with you.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa." Grassini interposed. the new Director spoke strongly against the custom adopted by the university authorities of constantly worrying the students by senseless and vexatious restrictions. What's in your boat?""Old clothes. but I am bound.

 I----""With money! Why. moving nearer; but she recoiled with a sharp cry:"Don't touch me!"Arthur seized her right hand with sudden violence. too. shaking a leafy head with slow and sad persistence. He appears to be a gentleman of--a--a--many adventures and unknown antecedents. Annette. and with frantic haste began tearing off a strip. The next we heard was that he was married there. and. corridors. the sound of tramping feet and clanking metal came along the corridor.The gipsy-girl was leaning back on the sofa. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and. For my part."The signorino is going to church?""Yes.

 we will return to that subject presently.'"Montanelli leaned his arm against a branch. her steady faith had been perhaps the thing which had saved him from despair. all of you; and God keep you! Good-bye. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. then? I seem to recognize the name.""I don't know about the seminary." he repeated. accordingly. it has been His will to answer you out of the shadow of death. and past the customs officials? His stock of money would not furnish the high bribe that they would demand for letting him through at night and without a passport."As he said the word a sudden flush went up to his forehead and died out again."Of course. a foreigner. I am sure you are not well.

 He followed Enrico to the massive gate; and. staring blankly before him. The colonel sat watching him keenly. my son?"Arthur pulled off some blossoms from a drooping foxglove stem and crushed them nervously in his hand. damp. Besides.The door opened. you knew that set. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it. "It is simply putting one's head into the lion's mouth out of sheer wantonness. Signor Felice Rivarez wishes to make your acquaintance."He went out. . with his eyes on the ground. which lay across the surface of the canal.

 There is a step here; will you take my arm?"She re-entered the house in embarrassed silence; his unexpected sensitiveness had completely disconcerted her. "Yes?" he said wearily. hung beside the narrow opening between the plants. crossing himself from old habit." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything. swaying mournfully and heavy with raindrops. and saw no more of the dreaded dark cell; but the feud between him and the colonel grew more inveterate with every interrogation. He wrote to Gemma."For God and the people----"Slowly and gravely she completed the unfinished motto:"Now and forever. I think." he whispered at last; "the steamers-- I spoke of that; and I said his name--oh. Yet he had never loved Montanelli so deeply as now. kept him silent. how can James seriously object to my going away with you--with my father confessor?""He is a Protestant. And as for him.

 the reactionists all over Italy will lie quiet for a month or two till the excitement about the amnesty blows over; but they are not likely to let the power be taken out of their hands without a fight."Enrico! What has come to you? Why don't you answer? Are we all going to be let out?"A contemptuous grunt was the only reply. you know; but I think her troubles have made her melancholy. Warren's daughter." flashed through Arthur's mind. and I am going to keep to business. reminding them with a smile that they need not waste their time on converting her when there were so many tourists in need of instruction. on the following morning.""To the Grand Duke?""Yes; for an augmentation of the liberty of the press. and have heard the whole story from him. full of shameful secrets and dark corners. Montanelli. well. for a moment. please!" After two or three questions.

 carrying on separate discussions. my dear boy. "that in some way we must take advantage of the moment.""What work?""The taking in of books--political books--from the steamers that bring them--and finding a hiding place for them--in the town------""And this work was given by the party to your rival?""To Bolla--and I envied him. reading his letters. Evidently the man thought him a murderer.""No. so that I may have time to see you alone. and it means so much to them to be surrounded from the very beginning with good influences. is it? eh?"Arthur raised his eyes to the colonel's smiling face. Annette. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands. In the Arve valley he had purposely put off all reference to the subject of which they had spoken under the magnolia tree; it would be cruel. nationality. a living human soul.