The Net by Rex Ellingwood Beach
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this was his first glimpse of Sicily, he had watched the same villages
come and go all through a long, hot afternoon, had seen the same groves of orange and lemon and dust-green olive-trees, the same fields of Barbary figs, the same rose-grown garden spots, until he was heartily tired of them all. He felt at liberty to smoke, for the only other occupant of the compartment was a young priest in flowing mantle and silk beaver hat. Finding that Blake spoke Italian remarkably well for a foreigner, the priest had shown an earnest desire for closer acquaintance and now plied him eagerly with questions, hanging upon his answers with a childlike intensity of gaze which at first had been amusing. "And so the Signore has traveled all the way from Paris to attend the wedding at Terranova. Veramente! That is a great journey. Many wonderful adventures befell you, perhaps. Eh?" The priest's little eyes gleamed from his full cheeks, and he edged forward until his knees crowded Blake's. It was evident that he anticipated a thrilling tale and did not intend to be disappointed. "It was very tiresome, that's all, and the beggars at Naples nearly tore me asunder." "Incredible! You will tell me about it?" "There's nothing to tell. These European trains cannot compare with ours." Evidently discouraged at this lack of response, the questioner tried a new line of approach. |
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