The Pilot and his Wife by Jonas Lauritz Idemil Lie
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"I shall play with this one to-morrow evening," she cried joyfully, and put it into her bosom. She carried out her intention, and came home beaming, with a whole bagful of piastres. It seemed that the family lived only by play. The son, it is true, was in connection with one or other of the political parties of the town, with the prospect of an appointment as officer in a volunteer corps if any rising took place; but that did not in the meantime bring in money, and how they managed to get along when luck went against them it was not easy to see. Salvé meanwhile was becoming rather tired of being on land. The seclusion had suited him well enough at first, until the señorita had begun to pay him attentions; but now that she evidently remained at home all day solely on his account, to dress at him, and play off all sorts of coquetry upon him, he began to find it intolerable; and when the Juno at last had sailed, he announced one day that he meant to go down to the harbour and look for employment. The señorita turned pale, but soon recovered her self-possession, and even joked with him about it; and later on her brother persuaded him to defer his intention for three days, until he had attended a gathering of Federigo's friends, which was to take place one night down in one of the suburbs. That evening, when her brother had gone out as usual to play, the señorita sat down in the window of the room where Salvé was, and through |
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