e of check that entirely precluded his own free movements. They hung together intertwi

know your vanity, my Beppo; and you don

ough," said Beppo. "You dog the signo

eep? You worry

a wriggl

tail then, and don't h

ghtening, my

ending you to do it. Stop a moment. You're blown. I thi

rina! I swore to s

see? Act fairly, my Beppo, and let us go

re. Cry out to them to come to you from Baveno. If the

my Beppo!-pray to the saints earli

re soon, and you'll

then, we shall part a

t hearing Ugo Corte's voice, the prisoner's confident audacity forsook him, and he drew a l

!" the soldier's c

e that the man had lost the

e man hung like a mole from the twig. Yet, while Beppo poured out the tale of his iniquities, his eyes gave the turn of a twinkle, showing that he could

ess, and when interrogated on the height his eyes flew across the angry visages with dismal uncertainty. Agostino perceived that he had undoubtedly not expected to come among them, an

conscience is operating so that he appears like a corked volcano! You can see that he takes Austrian money; his skin has got to be the exact colour of Munz. He has the greenish-yellow eyes of those elective, thrice-abhorred vampyres who feed on patriot-blood. He is condemned without trial by his villainous countenance, like an ungrammatical prefac

ly serviceable tongue,

n and distinctive. The na

aracco,

or undoubtedly: glib, slippery! with a body that slides and a soul that jumps. Taken altogether, more serp

nore," s

n the signor

for that," interposed

tremendous composition. A goose walking into a den of foxes is alone to be compared to you,-if eve

as already seen enough up her

e takes likeness

ittoria's, watched her, and muttering "Six," blinked his keen black eyes piteously to get her sign of assent to hi

, and next sev

hout the signorina

na! You see we are six here, including

necessity for getting the full extent of his observations out of him, and she looked as remor

e seventh?"

e king?" L

eing seen, magnified the intended evasion so as to make it

houting-"Here; speak out! You saw seven

dash at honesty. "

, you will go; deeper d

her, and still farther off; and finally told Carlo to escort her to Baveno. She now began t

, we shall have to detain him for at least fo

l to his humanity,-"do they mean, if the

hat punishment do you

calle

lofty method of deal

ume him to hav

that I could make him lo

en the signorina's name was shrieked by Luigi. The man came running to her for

lo. "I must beg your permission, Colonel Corte and Signor Marco, to try an experime

body over her hand with

y countrym

sign

e an It

nly, si

s

he hearts of men. She spoke the word very simply in a mellow soft t

aid; "I was right. Luigi,

ra, the widow of Giacomo Piaveni, shot-shot on Annunciation Day. The Virgin bless him! I know the turning of every street from your house near the Duomo to the signora's. You go nowhere else, except to the maestro's. And it's something to spy upon you. But think of your Beppo who spies upon me! And your little mother, the lady most excellent, is down in Baveno, and she is always near you when

s name, Agostino and

down, either upon Baveno or upon Stresa, or across the lake, if you prefer it.-The man is harmless. He is hired by a particular worshipper of the signorina's voice, who affects to have first discovered it wh

y to escape unscotched. Vittoria saw that Luigi's looks were agai

me out of their hearing, an

er, at which sight they cried: "He knows Barto Rizzo-this rascal!" They plied him with signs and countersigns, and speedily

but he will know all that you are doing, and how easy it will be, and how simple, for you to let me know what you think he ought to know, and just enough to keep him comfortable! So we work like a machine, signorina. Only, not through that Beppo, for he is vain of his legs, and his looks, and his service, and because he has carried a gun and heard it go off. Yes; I am a spy. But I am honest. I, too, have visited England. One can be honest and a spy. Signorina, I have two arms, but only one heart. If you will be gracious and consider

land over the Moro, and easily up here on mules or donkeys from Pella. The Signor Antonio-Pericles has gold ears for everything that concerns the signorina. 'A patriot is she!' he says; and he is jealous of your English friends. He thinks they will distract you from your studies; and perhaps"-Luigi nodded sagaciously before he permitted himself to say-"perhaps he is jealous in another way. I have heard him speak

it be,-who is an Englishman, and a

he English party, if they come, so that I may have something to tell my patron. To invent upon nothing is most unpleasant, and the Signor Anton

but will not accept it for its loathsomeness. There were Englishmen in the army of Austria. Could one of them be this one whom she had cared for when she was a girl? It seemed hatefully cruel to him to believe it. She spoke to Agostino, begging him to remain with her on the height awhile to see whether the Signor Antonio-Peri

these English," said

ill remain no longer than just sufficient to make sure. I would refuse to know any of them before the night of the fifteenth; I want my strength too much. I shall have to hear a misery from them; I know it, I feel it; it turns my blood.

beard. The day is your own. Bear in mind that you are so situated that it will be prudent for you to have no fresh

all my might," Vit

mind of man blunted by Austrian gold. We know that for a fact. Beppo is no match for him. Beppo is sententious; ponderously illustrative; he can't turn; he is long-winded; he, I am afraid, my Carlo, studies the journals. He has got your journalistic style, wherein words of six syllables form the relief to words of eight, and hardly one dares to stand by itself. They are like huge boulders across a brook. The meaning, do you, see, would run of itself, but you give us these impedimenting big stones to help us

y that Beppo has had the vi

hold a rout of phantom Goths; a sleepy rout, new risen, with the blood of old battles on their shroud-shirts, and a North-east wind blowing them upon our fat

dies upon donkeys, and pedestrian guards stalking beside them, with courier, and lacqueys,