Marzio's Crucifix and Zoroaster by F. Marion (Francis Marion) Crawford
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what he can make and buy what he pleases. The priests shall be turned
out in chain gangs and build roads for our convenience, and the superfluous females shall all be deported to the glorious colony of Massowah! If I could but be absolute master of this country for a week I could do much." "I have no doubt of it," answered Gianbattista, with a quiet smile. "I should think not," assented Marzio proudly; then catching sight of the expression on the young man's face, he turned sharply upon him. "You are mocking me, you good-for-nothing!" he cried angrily. "You are laughing at me, at your master, you villain you wretch, you sickly hound, you priest-ridden worm! It is intolerable! It is the first time you have ever dared; do you think I am going to allow you to think for yourself after all the pains I have taken to educate you, to teach you my art, you ungrateful reptile?" "If you were not such a great artist I would have left you long ago," answered the apprentice. "Besides, I believe in your principles. It is your expression of them that makes me laugh now and then; I think you go too far sometimes!" "As if any one had ever gone far enough" exclaimed Marzio, somewhat pacified, for his moods were very quick. "Since there are still men who are richer than others, it is a sign that we have not gone to the end--to the great end in which we believe. I am sure you believe in it too, Tista, don't you?" "Oh yes--in the end--certainly. Do not let us quarrel about the means, Maestro Marzio. I must do another leaf before dinner." |
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