Don Orsino by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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one, and it will be your fault."
"Would you like the animal alive or dead?" inquired Orsino gravely, and he rose from his seat. "Ah, I knew you could procure the thing!" she exclaimed with grateful enthusiasm. "Alive or dead, Gouache? Quick--decide!" "As you please, Madame. If you decide to have him alive, I will ask permission to exchange a few words with my wife and children, while some one goes for a priest." "You are sublime, to-day. Dead, then, if you please, Prince. Quite dead--but do not say that I was afraid--" "Afraid? With, a Saracinesca and a Gouache to defend your life, Madame? You are not serious." Orsino took his hat. "I shall be back in a quarter of an hour," he said, as he bowed and went out. Madame d'Aragona watched his tall young figure till he disappeared. "He does not lack spirit, your young friend," she observed. "No member of that family ever did, I think," Gouache answered. "They are a remarkable race." |
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