The Duke's Prize; a Story of Art and Heart in Florence by Maturin Murray Ballou
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"Signor," said Petro, now in evident good humor at his anticipated success, "you should have chosen the pistol, to have placed yourself in any possibility on equal terms with me." "I can use either," was the reply. "Ay, as a child would use them. What has thy profession to do with arms, that thou shouldst ever deign to know their use? It is not yet too late-say, shall it be pistols? You can yet choose," said Petro, touched with that spirit of honor which would sometimes actuate him. "I have already spoken on that point," said Carlton. "Very well, then, signor, with the sword. But in that case, the game will possess but little interest, being all on one side." "To-morrow's sun can speak more fittingly of these things than we can do to-night," was Carlton's reply. "You bear yourself with assurance, signor." "We will not hold any controversy, Signor Petro." "Until to-morrow." "At the appointed time I shall be ready." "Be sure I shall expect you." |
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