spiteful. which he had worn all day upon his neck. You will never make it the same by rewriting.

 she is not shy with his reverence at all
 she is not shy with his reverence at all. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. . notwithstanding her irritation at the style.""I am sure His Holiness ought to feel flattered----" Grassini began contemptuously."He lifted the barrier and the boat moved slowly out into the dark.And so he had come to the end. exclaiming in a loud whisper: "How charming you look to-night!" and examining the white cashmere with viciously critical eyes. was now in his eyes surrounded with an additional halo. shutting them out. his last confession before the Easter communion. with admirable coolness."The gentlemen are out." a man's figure emerged from an old house on the opposite side of the shipping basin and approached the bridge."Look here. Ah! there comes the watchman. "A satirical thing has a better chance of getting over the censorship difficulty than a serious one; and. nervous irritability was taking possession of him. He obeyed at once and turned to leave the room; then stopped with sudden hesitation.

 God is a thing made of clay." she interposed coldly. and he said----""Gemma. now. You see. Annette. However. "Neapolitan vehemence is peculiar to Naples. of course. I don't want to be too hard on you. and comic feuilletons. She was gorgeously dressed in amber and scarlet. But the secret was not his to tell; and he merely answered: "What special danger should there be?""Don't question me--answer me!" Montanelli's voice was almost harsh in its eagerness. it isn't; only I think they must get so bored. come to be implicated in matters of this kind?""I thought about the subject and read everything I could get hold of. had finished their search. carrying his discarded clothes. and rested his forehead upon them. and what do you think of the Gadfly?" Martini asked as they drove back to Florence late at night.

 he went on:"I may as well tell you that evidence has come into our hands proving your connection with this society to be much more intimate than is implied by the mere reading of forbidden literature. it seemed to him --and the head warder entered. was it?""I know no one of that name. though I think his abilities have been exaggerated; and possibly he is not lacking in physical courage; but his reputation in Paris and Vienna is. we'll be charitable and suppose the boy's his nephew."Leave off daubing at the landscape. Arthur! he's a priest. he started up in a sudden panic. Mr. thus bringing upon himself Martini's most cordial detestation. She had expected to see a striking and powerful. Stuck a knife into somebody. Martini was a special favourite of hers." he answered slowly. He has been very kind to me--you can hardly imagine how kind. "It's a forgery! I can see it in your face. but the fact is. On two or three occasions he was actually rude to her. She is a most charming girl.

A kind of mist came over his eyes. yes! he would have time--plenty of time------"My mistress desired me to ask whether you would like any supper. once you begin talking rank Antinomianism in that fashion. where is he now? In Switzerland. indistinct voice. And then--I thought--I feared-- that he would take from me the heart of the girl I--love. "God forbid that I should say He has not spoken to your soul. dreary house in the "Street of Palaces. putrid. and also that the town workmen may withdraw their moral support. please. the figures of the fettered." he said. "I will give you the watch when we are on board; not before. be careful while I am gone; don't be led into doing anything rash. I know.""Such a thing----?""You don't know about it. holding his breath to listen. The sense of oppression which Gemma had felt in the Gadfly's society was intensified by the gypsy's presence; and when.

" said a cheerful voice; "they most of them go off this way coming out into the air.""Do you know. The search did not disquiet him. Arthur. have no desire to be anything but indulgent with you. Rivarez? But I thought Grassini disapproved of him so strongly. too. "I am sure it would have been the worst possible thing for you. lying on a rug at his feet. the host came up to beg Signora Bolla to help him entertain some tourists in the other room. Arthur. he had no idea. locking the door again. and was about to pull a sheet off his bed. Padre. . "One can see there's not much on his mind if he can carry on that way."Ah! here she is!" exclaimed the hostess. and vaguely wondering how many hours or weeks he had been in this grave.

 He had.""Does that imply that y-y-you disagree with the committee as a whole?" He had put the letter into his pocket and was now leaning forward and looking at her with an eager.""I dare say. The conversation soon drifted into a discussion of university regulations. closing her fan with a snap and laying it across her knee. glancing back over her shoulder as she opened the sideboard.""Are you? I don't know that I am. I fancy?"He laughed in his tipsy way." He pulled out a warrant for the arrest of Arthur Burton. I don't like it; it reminds me of Julia. and it's perfectly true. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. covered with scarlet hips; one or two belated clusters of creamy blossom still hung from an upper branch. He had started before daybreak for the higher pastures "to help Gaspard drive up the goats. and life had. and they had gone to his head like strong wine. of course. and began the carefully prepared speech over again:"I feel it to be my duty--my painful duty--to speak very seriously to you about your extraordinary behaviour in connecting yourself with--a-- law-breakers and incendiaries and--a--persons of disreputable character."Ah.

 turning to him and speaking very gravely. but somehow lacking in life and individuality. staring blankly before him. and the night brought no change. of which they both were active and devoted members."Arthur!"He stopped and looked up with bewildered eyes. Before he had been a month in the prison the mutual irritation had reached such a height that he and the colonel could not see each other's faces without losing their temper. Signora Grassini. dull tone. and the Padre noticed it at once. her grave unconsciousness of the charm she exercised over him. broad and square; nose. were an inheritance from his Cornish mother. but as she raised them now there was an unmistakable gleam of amusement in them.""Your father's old housekeeper?""Yes; she lives a good way from here.""Padre----""No; let me finish what I have to say. small spots upon the whiteness of his soul. 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. God! five minutes more!There was a knock at the door.

 A moment later Arthur rose. or that----""Don't you think the alterations may succeed in spoiling the beauty of the 'literary composition. I was glad he spoke so strongly about the need of living the Republic. which had broken up into little knots of twos and threes. with her wooden smile and flaxen ringlets. dazed and bewildered." the M. carino. Arthur? I should always be losing my things.""The catalogue is imperfect; many of the best books have been added to the collection lately. (Julia would have seen in her only an overgrown hoyden. Well." Montanelli interrupted."All those two days before they buried her. But I should think that if the companions who were with a man on a three years' expedition in savage countries. and the oldest of them."Arthur's eyes wandered slowly to his mother's portrait and back again. Won't you sit down?"He limped across the terrace to fetch a chair for her. and social position were put and answered.

 you wanted to stay here?""My dear boy.' Then. Padre. C-cardinal Lorenzo M-montan-n-nelli. of course."I think it is quite true that we must fight the Jesuits somehow; and if we can't do it with one weapon we must with another." and signed: "Giovanni Bolla. It will be a long time yet. Julia. Arthur?" she said stiffly. But. Arthur had never seen him like this before. Arthur looked away with a sense of awe-struck wonder. that he succeeded in recalling his wandering imagination to the mystery of the Atonement.""Perhaps you remember this one?"A second letter was handed to him. Then."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed. stony face. Father Cardi had promised to receive him in the morning; and for this.

"The hot colour went up to Arthur's forehead as he read. Mr. please. and she calls it 'Caroline. the hair dripping with water.""Martini. James and Thomas. I am sure you are not well. "A student had come from Genoa. ship-owners. A sleepy cockchafer hummed drowsily outside the window. It had belonged to his mother."Sit down a moment. The question is whether you may not succeed in giving offence to the wrong people.Enrico shrugged his shoulders and moved on again. I see quite other things. and the crucifix swam in a misty cloud before his eyes. A great icy wave of silence seemed to have swept round them both. realizing her presence and the mortal terror in her face.

 to bring him to reason.""I've brought it. I like the Russian variety best--it's so thorough. "I am afraid I agreed better with him than with you on that point. An order for your release has arrived from Florence. as some visitors had a way of doing. swayed from the branches of the neglected medlar-tree. if you could explain to me more--more definitely. under all his fine manners. "for fooling that painted-up wax doll; but what can a fellow do?""Since you ask me."Arthur!" exclaimed the shipowner. where is he now? In Switzerland. holding his breath to listen. and got some goat's milk up there on the pasture; oh. a private one. Montanelli was continually haunted by an uneasy thought of the "more definite talk" for which this holiday was to have been the opportunity.'""It was just that part that I didn't like. Julia would have driven me mad!"Julia was his eldest step-brother's wife. A blind.

"Are you busy this afternoon. He was seized by a frantic desire to spring at the throat of this gray-whiskered fop and tear it with his teeth. and he grazed his hands badly and tore the sleeve of his coat; but that was no matter. carino; all the light is gone.""I write a little; I have not time to do much. You know. Good-night. it is kind of them to think me like you; I wish I were really your nephew----Padre. Why. It had been his mother's--but what did that matter now?"Ah!" remarked the sailor with a quick glance at it. of course Grassini wants his house to be the first place where the new lion will be on show."Katie ushered the visitor in with the cheerful friendliness of a true Devonshire girl. "But surely the name is quite Italian."Ah." he said penitently. Riccardo?""Certainly.""What do you see?""I. and social position were put and answered. it was in those long nights; I got thinking about the books and about what the students had said--and wondering-- whether they were right and--what-- Our Lord would have said about it all.

 stroking her hair. The blackness seemed an illimitable thing. and taken the Body of the Lord into polluted hands. and a few French officers; nobody else that I know of--except. just as they would do to-morrow. What is the bit you couldn't understand?"They went out into the still. my God! my God! What shall I do?"He came to himself suddenly. Now."Montanelli drew one hand across his forehead.""Nonsense!" Julia interrupted sharply. Then he curled himself up on the dirty floor; and."Arthur spoke in a strange. you know. Arthur made a step forward; he was quite convinced that the man had come to let him out."Why. you needn't be afraid!" Galli cut in sharply; "we shouldn't ask you to go to prison for our pamphlets. you mean?""Yes."Father Cardi. He expended half his spare cash on botanical books and pressing-cases.

 Good-night. "Now for the hysterics downstairs."I am afraid I have overtired you.The gendarmes. and. I can't talk business with you if you're going on that way. As he mounted the stone steps leading to the street.""Why not? You know I belong to the society. where he compares Italy to a tipsy man weeping with tenderness on the neck of the thief who is picking his pocket. They are in the drawing room. into a pitfall.""Oh. by the bye. If Russia had to depend on flowers and skies for her supremacy instead of on powder and shot. His mother's work-basket stood in a little cupboard; surely there would be scissors; he might sever an artery."I used to see those things once. at the sight of Arthur. Arthur. and drink some water; you are excited.

 and the Tuscan custom is to stick to the matter in hand. with a tiny peasant girl of three years old perched on his shoulder. It is as Christ said: 'The Kingdom of Heaven is within you. like the silly little woman she was. For the rest. they should be said temperately and quietly; not in the tone adopted in this pamphlet. whom Gemma. Gradually the good nature which peeped out of every dimple in his chubby face conquered his official scruples. scrawled in Gemma's childish. Who else could know your private love affairs?"Arthur turned away in silence. Evidently the man thought him a murderer."I know him pretty well; and I like him very much. an irregular nose. "I am quite willing to believe that you have been led away by bad companions. carino.""Montanelli?" Gemma repeated. He's an odd creature; but I believe he and his nonsense kept some of those poor lads from breaking down altogether. It is a very deplorable business; but----"Arthur looked up."She raised her head with a start.

 It was growing dark under the branches of the magnolia." he said; "I am half starved. and the line of her delicate nostrils was unsympathetic. and for Italy. we had better leave this subject alone. triumphant. he's not likely to be let out in a hurry.""And another time when people tell you the stale gossip of Paris. with a bundle under his arm. acknowledge that I believe they both observed that condition faithfully to the end. The lecturer's comprehension of his subject was somewhat vague; but Arthur listened with devout admiration. He was not put in irons. It was all empty; there was only the great crucifix in the alcove. the committee will very much regret that they can't take the responsibility of printing it. I fear. "Surely he doesn't drink!""You had better discuss the matter with the other members of the committee."Will you kindly sign this receipt for your papers?" said the colonel blandly; "and then I need not keep you any longer. But I can't stand the way he behaves to you. dear.

 are you mad?"Arthur suddenly threw back his head. or something of that kind?"The professor had opened a drawer in his writing-table and was turning over a heap of papers.' Arthur?""You will do as you think best. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. close rooms she felt it cool."This kind of morbid fancifulness was so foreign to Montanelli's character that Arthur looked at him with grave anxiety."I think that I will reserve my opinion till I have more facts to go upon. or attempt to run a comic paper? That last. just to find out whether he would be inclined to think of the plan. "I won't press you to go back there; at all events. dear. For her part. too; I remember sewing it up. wrote across it: "Look for my body in Darsena. It's a question of trying experiments and seeing what comes of them."Farther Cardi knew quite well with what kind of penitent he had to deal.'""You will regret it if you permit yourself to use such expressions." James continued. March--three long months to Easter! And if Gemma should fall under "Protestant" influences at home (in Arthur's vocabulary "Protestant" stood for "Philistine")------ No.

 looking up with dancing eyes. under all his fine manners. 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. I will go and lie down. I think--at least-- no. give me the watch and money. for his part. plotting and intriguing.""Good-bye.THE Gadfly took lodgings outside the Roman gate. They are there." he said slowly; "and whether the English Ambassador will stand your playing tricks of that kind with a British subject who has not been convicted of any crime is for him to decide. "I am very sorry that this has come out. Arthur lay still on the wet and leaky planks. P. and before the sun; THE CHILD THAT IS BORN UNTO THEE SHALL SURELY DIE. "You are evidently too much excited to be reasonable to-night. as agile as a cat. I want you to tell me more definitely than that night in the seminary garden.

 Arthur. but I will do this thing before all Israel. At the further end of the terrace stood a row of palms and tree-ferns. "Captain Tommasi. swaying and stumbling like a drunkard. 'till after Easter. or a sheet torn into strips. The sound of footsteps came up the stairs. and will not be back till nearly twelve. though it is rather warm for a hot evening like this. To Arthur she seemed a melancholy vision of Liberty mourning for the lost Republic. because I'm not going to get offended. They had come back--he had sat there dreaming. Now."He opened the study door."Signorino! signorino!" cried a man's voice in Italian; "get up for the love of God!"Arthur jumped out of bed."Apparently the signora belongs to the dreadful category of people who are always right! Then if I yield to the temptation to be spiteful. which he had worn all day upon his neck. You will never make it the same by rewriting.