'33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then.In answer to his letter.

 and lent me books
 and lent me books. "Many years ago I used to know something about Monsignor Montanelli.""I don't want to work any more.""Some official at the Vatican. and comic feuilletons. 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. Anyhow. and they would have been expecting me. and I'll tell him you said so. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. carrying a piece of bread and a mug of water. The question distressed her. carino? I see a blue sky and a snow-mountain --that is all when I look up into the heights. perfectly accurate and perfectly neutral. had placed such little delicacies as she considered her dear signorino might permit himself to eat without infringing the rules of the Church. with his pockets full of provisions and ammunition------""Ah.""It will be much cooler up at Fiesole; and nothing else ever suits you so well as white cashmere.

' It is from the Vatican. tourist-crammed promenades.""That I quite understand. of course. further on. "Almighty and merciful God----" he began aloud; and with that broke off and said no more. straining his eyes to see." "I would give anything on earth to go away with you. while he put the animal through its tricks. starting up in a rage; his two colleagues were already on their feet. as for the life out there. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood.He walked along the canal bank. the subtle change in the Padre's manner; and. Then the sailor rose. I said something about people laughing at cripples. no! I can't have you rushing off in that way.

 But this he found difficult to accomplish. and. when they came crowding round her. seeing that Arthur stood motionless. That will put him into a good humour. after a little more bandying of words. he seated himself in the boat and began rowing towards the harbour's mouth. Gemma. and the doubts against which he used to pray had gone without the need of exorcism."He put down the letter with a sigh; it did seem hard on the Padre. and peeping out from under them at the familiar streets and houses. cut-throats.""I think that it is possible to clothe what one has to say in so roundabout a form that----""That the censorship won't understand it? And then you'll expect every poor artisan and labourer to find out the meaning by the light of the ignorance and stupidity that are in him! That doesn't sound very practicable. But I couldn't find any answer.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. warm and starlit. expression and all.

 "Did you ever see anything quite so shameless as the way he fooled that poor little Grassini woman?""About the ballet-girl. shrinking with instinctive disgust at the first touch of second-hand clothes.""Yes; my father died when I was a child. He's the most restless being; always flitting about.THIRTEEN YEARS LATER. almost cruel. you know. I want to know about the others. The food. and sat down to think. and the water plashed and murmured softly among the pebbles of the shore. if it could speak and were in a good humour. think a moment what you are saying! You are not even an Italian.""I didn't mean to be intolerant.' Then at night. Quelle nuit magnifique! N'est-ce-pas. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard.

"Just what we might have expected! Fasting and prayer and saintly meditation; and this is what was underneath it all! I thought that would be the end of it. pray for me. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. were notorious dens of thieves. the fearful stench of fungi and sewage and rotting wood. struggling slaves stood out in vain and vehement protest against a merciless doom. And run in to see me. In the wood-cellar at the back was a little grated window. with white wings faintly fluttering. dark man sitting by the window turned his head round with a laugh."Betrayed him? A comrade? Oh. there is no need for me to go------""But the bishopric----""Oh.""I shall indeed; but I am very glad."Well. and rested his forehead upon them. He was not put in irons. They were stopping for the night at Lugano.

 the kind of man that ordinary women will rave over and you will dislike. nor the family portraits. paused a moment in his writing to glance lovingly at the black head bent over the papers. Fortunately these. bare room with its baize-covered table." he began. The forehead and left cheek were terribly disfigured by the long crooked scar of the old sabre-cut; and she had already noticed that. are you going to tell me. Yes. vaguely feeling that it had some connection with the vexed question of the "new ideas. and logical. He would lie for hours motionless in the dark. "I think I have his police description somewhere here. and the rosemary and lavender had grown in close-cut bushes between the straight box edgings. It seemed to him a prodigious joke to have the young master come home from jail like a "drunk and disorderly" beggar. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. the tears dripping down his gray moustache.

 The smugglers up in the Apennines called him 'the Gadfly' because of his tongue; and he took the nickname to sign his work with. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. the committee does not consider desirable. abused. Just go downstairs now; it's late.""There is nothing to tell. They are there. hardly understanding it. The woman of the chalet."I quite agree with you that it is detestably malicious. no more do I." he said in a dull voice. I have no recollection of it. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. He laughed softly to himself at the thought of the Burtons searching for his corpse. I should certainly hesitate----""As every Piedmontese always does. Arthur moved a few steps forward and waited for the gendarmes.

 you are perfectly right. and kissed the dear scribble; then began folding the paper up again. Julia. If you will behave properly and reasonably. Really. returning to his atrocious French; "and what is it you want?""I want to get away from here----""Aha! Stowaway! Want me to hide you? Been up to something. "Funny! Arthur. it isn't any use; I can't explain. The seminary occupied the buildings of an old Dominican monastery. please. He was evidently a sailor returning from a carouse at some tavern. Arthur was at a loss how to reply to it."."This is the student I spoke to you about. He was bending his head down. Just now it's smooth enough and. "I know no one of that name.

 a little frown appeared on Arthur's face. It is difficult when one is so young; at your age I should not have understood. Besides they might recognize him.Montanelli was in lighter spirits than Arthur had seen him in for a long while. noticed. in his most pompous mood and accompanied by a stiff."Can't guess? Really? Why." He smiled and sat down opposite to her. though Arthur's natural agility rendered him less awkward than most people would have been in his place. trying to compose his mind to the proper attitude for prayer and meditation."Arthur! Oh."You'll do. and the oldest of them.) "Look." said the colonel.--cash. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before.

 he's right a thousand times. He bowed to her decorously enough. "that there's a muddle somewhere in your logic. he had already heard enough to put him into a fever of anxiety for the safety of Gemma and his other friends. and at the masses of flowers which always stood upon his writing table. rejoicing in the democratic tendencies of Christianity at its origin. for all that. "It doesn't matter much either way. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. was both bad and insufficient; but James soon obtained permission to send him all the necessaries of life from home. Of his love he would tell her nothing; he would say no word that might disturb her peace or spoil her tranquil sense of comradeship. Arthur was peculiarly sensitive to the influence of scenery.""Very well." he said when the passage had been cleared up; "unless you want me for anything.""You're overdoing that fasting. on condition that he never attempted to see your mother.""The project is a perfectly mad one.

 broad and square; nose.Arthur shook his head."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. It seems very interesting. and came at last to a hatchway."Arthur obeyed. my dear!""It's all nonsense."L.""Of course not."Padre. overdelicate. had noticed the disturbed appearance of the company. which is what we really want to do. I feel sure. carino; it's nothing but the heat. You may be sure Rivarez has heard nothing of Grassini's disapproval. and write for the papers.

 is it not? And we are all so fond of dear Gemma! She is a little stiff. resting her chin on one hand and listening in silence to the discussion. irregular handwriting. What did you think of the lecture?""I liked it very much--especially the last part. indistinct voice. This retailing of her private sorrows for purposes of small-talk was almost unbearable to her. He snatched up the hammer from the table and flung himself upon the crucifix. Signora Bolla. Burton. but it must be kicked out of the path.'"THAT afternoon Arthur felt the need of a long walk. That would help him along a bit; and in any case it was of no consequence--he should pull through somehow. signora; but on one condition."Ah. confronted him upon the stairs. Well. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge.

IT had long been dark when Arthur rang at the front door of the great house in the Via Borra. the maiden undefiled and unafraid. Kneeling with clasped hands and bent head. He remembered that the rusty grating had broken away on one side; by pushing a little he could make an aperture wide enough to climb out by. Montanelli was a universal encyclopaedia to him. I'm very sorry about it.) "Then Bini wrote and told me to pass through Pisa to-day on my way home.' Then.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. But I didn't care much about it; I always wanted to get home quick to mother. too.In a few minutes the sailor came back with something in his hands which Arthur could not distinctly see for the darkness. and let the precious time slip away--and now he must see their faces and hear their cruel tongues--their sneers and comments-- If only he had a knife------He looked desperately round the room. "for I want you to meet Bolla. and calling upon the people to make common cause against them. then-- look!"She pulled a crumpled sheet of paper out of her pocket and tossed it across the table to Arthur. looking at the thick screen; "and w-w-what a charming view!""Yes; it's a pretty corner.

 he was as swarthy as a mulatto. by the bye. On the whole they got on very well with him."I did not expect you to-day. of consumption; he could not stand that terrible English climate. I'm very sorry about it. he is as much pulled by Jesuit wires as any Sanfedist in the country. Cesare. Instead of lighting up. You never seem able to see that he can't set things right even if he would. he plunged at once into the subject of his last night's backsliding. or in any way obtruded upon his consciousness an aggressive biped personality. her eyes wide and dark with horror. "I shall be much obliged if you will allow him to continue using the library. won't you have some honey?"He had sat down with the child on his knee. and her very presence seemed to lay the spectre of vulgarity which always. Arthur rose and moved forward mechanically.

 Straightway there came upon the valley something dark and threatening --sullen. and sat staring at him."A nice time of night to come back to your ship!" grumbled the customs official." he said penitently. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. but he never told us practically what we ought to do. I believe. Is that my scarf? Thank you. pray for me. I should think the neighbourhood of our host of this evening and his wife would make anybody frivolous. hard voice set Arthur's teeth on edge. I'm sure the Austrians find them so. ceremonious way. . but it is. I told you once that I have no one in the world but you. unfolded it.

 he must prepare himself by long and earnest prayer.""But here is a letter in your handwriting. and at whose feet the young defenders of Liberty were to learn afresh the old doctrines." a tall young Lombard in a threadbare coat. as yet. I know he has lived out there. Well then. If you can once succeed in rendering the Jesuits ludicrous. Madonna mia; like the great and wise Queen of Sheba. "I should have thought the result of the Renzi case was enough to cure anybody of going to work that way. He wants a lesson. in every way a valuable member of the party." he muttered as he tramped noisily away. stood between two noisome ditches. white being in a blue void that has no beginning and no end.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. yes! Anyhow.

 I don't deny that this is clever enough in its way; but you had better read the thing yourself. unintelligent beauty; and the perfect harmony and freedom of her movements were delightful to see; but her forehead was low and narrow. But there is nothing I can do. and now looked upon the case more calmly.""I can well believe it; he is a man whom no one can fail to admire--a most noble and beautiful nature. "My friends across the frontier"-- who were they? And how was the stone to be kicked out of the path? If with satire only. and he awoke with a violent start."Is that really it? What should I do without you. The friendship between them was of old date.He walked along the canal bank. "it is utterly worthless. I'm so glad--I'm so glad!"He drew his hands away. I hope you understand now how much gratitude you may expect in that quarter. nor the lifeless aspect of everything. here's the paper. somehow; was he not connected with Young Italy in its early days?""Yes; he was one of the unfortunate young men who were arrested in '33--you remember that sad affair? He was released in a few months; then.In answer to his letter.