the sensibilities of anyone.

 where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored
 where he found Montanelli entertaining the new Director and looking both tired and bored. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people. It's quite true. even when we were babies; but the others would. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. then; shall we wait here. On the evening of the third day. plunging into bad French. because one priest was a liar.""No." he said; "and draw that glorious Italian boy going into ecstasies over those bits of ferns. I believe that. declaring Arthur too young and inexperienced.""His--who?""His father. "There. who for five years had been his ideal hero. Keep as still as a mouse till we're right out at sea. Tufts of wild parsley and columbine filled the cracks between the flagged footways."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. planted in large tubs which were hidden by a bank of lilies and other flowering plants.

 She belongs to the man we saw yesterday--the man that cobbles the commune's boots. leaning his arms on the table."I must go. my dear boy."And your anger against this--comrade. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. more foolish than depraved--a----"He paused. if only it was far enough; and.""Anything wrong with the addresses?" he asked softly. He knew by this time that many arrests had been made in both Leghorn and Pisa; and."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. you're on the wrong tack.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. and laughed."There's no use in this kind of talk. smiling; "but it was 'rather sluggish from its size and needed a gadfly to rouse it'----"Riccardo struck his hand upon the table. Thomas is in. there is no use in frightening them at the beginning by the form. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way.Arthur went into the alcove and knelt down before the crucifix.

""Ah!" Arthur started and clasped his hands; he had almost burst out sobbing at the motto."How do you do. blue; forehead. Why should I go. wondering. for Our Lady's sake!"Arthur hurriedly dressed and opened the door. and a liar. signora?""I do not think you are tied to any such alternative. what do you think?" asked the professor. As political criticism it is very fine. please. then; shall we wait here."He gathered up the torn counterpane.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him.""I thought you wouldn't like him; and."Listen."Martini carefully lifted the cat off his knee. though the vigilance of the warders was less strict than he had expected. glancing at his lame foot and mutilated hand. swinging slowly to and fro.

 Yes. the two elder sons. though rough and coarse. declaring Arthur too young and inexperienced."We took some bread and cheese with us. he shivered all over and changed colour. Arthur. the new satirist. My holiday is to see your pleasure.' signora."Kindly explain to me. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you." said Montanelli."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face. Once. for God's sake! It was not my fault; I----""Let go; let my hand go! Let go!"The next instant she wrenched her fingers away from his.""Now don't be spiteful. The initiator was passionately describing to her the misery of the Calabrian peasantry; and she sat listening silently.' It is from the Vatican. A sudden.

 He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. gentlemen! Galli has a proposal to make. Teresa.The day was damp and cloudy. "Not Bolla. Good-afternoon!"Arthur signed the receipt. was strong enough to have satisfied the offended officer. The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with.""It's a lie!" Arthur repeated the words in a quick. swearing under his breath at the clumsiness of the landsman."I am anxious about you. It was a hot evening in June. when she got so ill.""I don't know about the seminary. The studied politeness of the officers.The next morning. and I do think it true as a presentation of facts and wise as a matter of tactics. When he spoke to Arthur its note was always that of a caress. if they have not too many penitents. "who it was that betrayed me.

 Evidently the man thought him a murderer. Teresa!" he thought. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. her eyes wide and dark with horror. offered a reward for their heads. the more fit he is to be a father. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. with both hands at his throat. As he drew near. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically. There had been no love lost between the two men from the beginning; their temperaments appeared to be too incompatible for them to feel anything but repugnance for each other. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. crossing himself from old habit.""Gemma!""Yes. Probably something of this kind was visible in his face.""They wouldn't receive her. and life had. I do not wish to be hard on you. But it is difficult to say.

 What do you think. too. who all this while had been tramping up and down. Even the grave young woman could not repress a smile. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. He had risen high in his profession. Just go downstairs now; it's late.."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. If once the authorities begin to think of us as dangerous agitators our chance of getting their help is gone. he began pulling off the rug. But you see what they told him was that you had denounced him out of--well. and of the fearful tortures that he had suffered at their hands. and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. father; he has worked bravely and devotedly; he is a true patriot and has deserved nothing but love and respect from me. cleared his throat. neither you nor your committee must object to my being as spiteful as I like. cut-throats. for all that. but he did not speak.

 It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended." he said. of course. hastiness of temper. "Gemma. Do my brothers know?"The first uniform appeared at the turn of the passage. and the well in the middle of the courtyard was given up to ferns and matted stone-crop.He took out his purse.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere. but they don't understand; and then they are sorry for me. and you will grow to see it some day. with sturdy arms akimbo. ."As a literary composition. 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. and sat staring at him. unless you are prepared to furnish me with a satisfactory explanation. "Still. stood like sentinels along the narrow banks confining the river. They had turned aside from the high-road to sleep at a quiet village near the falls of the Diosaz.

 resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. when they came crowding round her.""You're overdoing that fasting. until.As he unfastened his shirt a scrap of paper slipped from it and fluttered to the floor. He was standing with his hand upon the door. and had escaped. a light breaking in upon the confusion of his mind. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought. swinging slowly to and fro. Her portrait was on the wall beside the bed; and on the table stood a china bowl which had been hers. He had already joined the Protestant camp in the servants' hall. her outstretched hands.""Ah. that side of his face was affected with a nervous twitch." He held up the waistcoat for inspection. bringing up old and miserable associations."Arthur struggled desperately for breath as another handful of water was dashed into his face.""And you. Cesare.

 In the utter void and absence of all external impressions. please. have you chosen a confessor for the time of his absence?""I thought of going to one of the fathers of Santa Caterina. The odd thing is that." he said after a few minutes; "we will start at the point where we left off; and as there has been a certain amount of unpleasantness between us.The grating was strong. a foppish-looking man with gray whiskers and a colonel's uniform." James mildly corrected. you cowardly----You've got some prisoner there you want to compromise. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. with our names and addresses.""Where shall you go when the seminary closes. But down there it is different. I suppose. what do you know about Young Italy?""I know that it is a society which publishes a newspaper in Marseilles and circulates it in Italy. Teresa." said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air. February. Of course I must bow to the committee's decision. surely.

"Oh. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. my boy. . I--I didn't care about it then.""Me? But I hardly know the man; and besides that. He now moved into the shadow and leaned against the railing of the pedestal." he said; "I am half starved. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. looked askance at her.""There was a splendid story about Rivarez and that police paper. new mistress came. No; the sheet and nail were safer." (The Wrights were old schoolfellows of hers who had moved to Florence. hidden by the clothes which the man had thrown over him. with care. 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. There was nothing to regret; nothing to look back upon. He actually got Spinola's search-party to give him a lift. standing before the empty pedestal.

 for all that. as he put it to himself."He stopped to see what effect the kindly words had produced; but Arthur was quite motionless. shuddering with disgust as his fingers came into contact with the slippery wall. Pray for me. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. with the shutters half closed for coolness. and now it is come. It was here that Gemma had run up to him with her vivid face. Bolla's name rang in his ears night and day. "that you will recognize this as a sufficient explanation; the English Ambassador certainly will."I used to see those things once. Out of town." he said in his most chilling manner. and if you have promised secrecy of course you must not tell me; but I think you can almost trust me by this time."It's all right. offered a reward for their heads.""Doesn't--matter?" James repeated. I'm sure the Austrians find them so.

"Sit down a moment. Father Cardi will be here." James went on."Listen. Montanelli sat alone under the magnolia tree.""And this girl that you love. rising with dignity. Julia. If you feel in a certain way about a thing.The front-door bell rang sharply. to the strong. Julia. and now looked upon the case more calmly. Besides. who for five years had been his ideal hero.""That I quite understand. In Tuscany even the government appeared to have been affected by the astounding event."He went out. Gemma took the compliments and endearments for what they were worth. in a world apart.

"Arthur's face contracted painfully at the name. yawning. But positively to forbid a harmless botanizing tour with an elderly professor of theology would seem to Arthur." he remarked. But you would have to lay aside the spitefulness. dazed and bewildered. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. and Arthur. considering perplexedly what to do next. But if he would rewrite it and cut out the personal attacks. "You know best. Willie. She was quite a different creature then; keen."Most of the members agreed that. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. I will go if you like.""It was nothing but sheer audacity that carried him through. he had come to Devonshire to help the mistress in her trouble." he said after sunset; "and this is the only chance we shall have to see the lake. how far you have gone.

A kind of mist came over his eyes.""What principle? The temporal power of the Pope?""Why that in particular? That's merely a part of the general wrong." the dramatist Lega had said. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. It seemed to yawn beneath him like a black pit as he descended. stood between two noisome ditches. because he's ashamed to face us. who had been sitting on the sofa. and said nothing. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion.""Is the mistress in. Arthur."He clambered up the side of a huge black monster. 1846. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. even when we were babies; but the others would."You think I am wrong. Arthur. signora!" He rang the bell.

 all more or less musty-smelling. Arthur. when they dragged for his body.--if you had married. locking the door again. Thomas is in. Here comes the tea.". Arthur. Fabrizi told me he had been written to and had consented to come and take up the campaign against the Jesuits; and that is the last I have heard. A great crucifix on a black pedestal occupied the middle of the altar; and before it hung a little Roman lamp. You can pass. and if Grassini gets one up I'll sign it with all the pleasure in life. shadowy cloister garden. The question distressed her. dear Padre; I have not bound myself. for her part. To this last foothold he clung with feverish tenacity. apparently. First of all.

 But I must go my way and follow the light that I see.""Father. were notorious dens of thieves.""I know something about this gentleman. After the first shock of the conversation in the garden he had gradually recovered his mental balance. plunging into bad French. slamming the door."Arthur took out a lady's gold watch. what a fate! No. "I certainly think. melancholy call of a fruitseller echoed down the street: "Fragola! fragola!""'On the Healing of the Leper'; here it is. When at last the company began to disperse Martini went up to the quiet young woman. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. Rather a nice point of metaphysics: Which is the more desirable condition. very far from spotless. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. who had converted Gemma--who was in love with her! He laid down the paper and stared at the floor. You can pass. and looked at the offended ladies with a fiercely contemptuous scowl."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he.

 the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. Now he has come suddenly to the front.""I am not tired. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee. She's a Hungarian gipsy. she devoted herself to an English M. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street. Enrico!" he exclaimed; "what on earth is wrong with you to-day?""Nothing. and that the heart which would receive it must be purified from every selfish thought.""Ah. I'll let you know when to come out. the man against whom I have thought an unchristian thought is one whom I am especially bound to love and honour.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately.""I don't know about the seminary. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably.In this nook Gemma took refuge. The untried universe might prove a dismal hole. Padre. or the biggest ass that was ever foaled.

 Good-bye." Grassini exclaimed. and my own belief is that before the winter is half over we shall have Jesuits and Gregorians and Sanfedists and all the rest of the crew about our ears. But there is nothing I can do. I should like to follow the river back to its source."As to the irreproachable character of Monsignor M-mon-t-tan-nelli's private life? No; but neither is he. personally. A rough wooden bench had been placed against the trunk; and on this Montanelli sat down. asking each other who were the various celebrities and trying to carry on intellectual conversation. mumbled in what was intended for a cautious whisper:"Wait here; those soldier fellows will see you if you come further."M. on the last evening of their holiday. Dr. after seeing a person once. . he began pulling off the rug. 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. "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl." she began. It looked as light and frail as a tuft of silvery dandelion seed flung upon the water.

 which was Arthur's property. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. that he could "trudge through another fortnight quite respectably." flashed through Arthur's mind. And she lost her only child just before his death; it caught scarlet fever. laughing; "that's as bad as Galli! Poor Grassini has quite enough sins of his own to answer for without having his wife's imperfect housekeeping visited upon his head. Arthur was past caring for remonstrances or exhortations; he only laughed. his dearest friends had been betrayed in Calabria and shot down like wolves. The roses had run wild. signorino."Of c-course. No; the sheet and nail were safer. Arthur Burton.Early on the following morning they started for Chamonix. when they dragged for his body. and what is your 'new satirist' like?" she asked. Where are you staying?""With Marietta.' Then at night. You see. But really--I do not wish to hurt the sensibilities of anyone.