But be patient, I am your fast friend. And he hazarded a wink at the
poet over the paper on which he was sketching. The
priest normally assigned the duty in the Iovelli family had
fled days before from the chapel. She was carefree. The room was papered with green, large-patterned
paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other
chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz,
which also supplied the window-curtain. ”
“I feel so guilty. "And now, widow," he continued, "attend to the next verse, for it consarns a
friend o' yours. “You go home and think of all this,” he said, “and talk about it to-morrow. ’
‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said.
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