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The eyes of the little Princess swept the table with a sparkling light

"Beautiful room, isn't it?"

"Beautiful"

"Never been here before, I suppose?"

David Rossi looked steadfastly into her eyes and answered, "Oh yes,

Princess When I first returned to Italy eight years ago I was a waiter

in this house for aface of the little Princess broke up like a snowball in

the sun, and the two other men dropped their heads

Ros were Humiliation, shame,

confusion, but above all, pride--pride in David Rossi's courage and

strength

The white na pierced to the bone as they calass-covered hall, and an old wo by the marble pillars in the street, held out a chill, damp

hand and cried: "A penny for God's sake! May I die unconfessed if I've eaten anything

since yesterday! God bless you, in and

all the saints!"