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"Perhaps he intended to--and then perhaps"

David Rossi put his hand to his brow as if in pain and perplexity, and

began again to walk backward and forward

A screamer in the piazza below cried "Trib-un-a!" and Bruno said: "That's early! What's up, I wonder? I'll go down and get a paper"

Darkness had by this time re-invaded the sky, and the stars looked down

fro to shame

by their immortal solemnity the poor little mimes, the paltry

puppet-shows of the hu at

their self-made shrine

As David Rossi returned to the house, Elena, as undressing the boy,

saw a haggard look in his eyes, but Bruno, as reading his evening

journal, saw nothing, and cried out: "Helloa! Listen to this, sir It's Olga She's got a pen, I can tell

you 'Mada

Madame ----, whose pressure on the State and on Italy's wise counsellors

was only incidental, but now that the fates have given us a Mada article on your speech in the

piazza Praises you up to the skies Look! 'Thank God we have men like

the Honourable Rossi, who at the risk of'"