Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1876 Excerpt: ... "And when thou seest thy good uncle, fail not to tell him thou didst meet with Hugh Desmond, and give him warm greeting from me." Signor Pietri's foot was in the stirrup, but at the sound of that name he withdrew it, and with a flush of pleasure and surprise whispered a question in Dick's ear. "The same," replied the 'prentice; "but caution--caution!" "Fear not," said the Italian in an under tone. Then, turning to Hugh, he bowed till the plume of his hat swept the ground, and thus greeted him in his own language. "Signor Desmond, this is an honour which I had hoped for, but little expected. I have heard of thee in my own country. Bosco of Venice is my friend, and the Signorina Oh, sir! after the holy saints, your name is held most sacred by her. It was she who told me of your noble rescue of her father, with smiles and tears of gratitude. Nay, I must speak. I know you English are unemotional--that you love not open praise. Then I will say no more of your noble acts. I plead for myself. Give me the happiness, the honour of kissing that good, that valiant hand, as thy friend." He would have knelt to kiss that hard, brown hand, if Hugh had not prevented him. With the sound of the name he had heard pronounced with so much love, in the soft Venetian twilight, by the lips that were the sweetest in the world to him, came a vision--momentary, but soul-inspiring--of the beautiful grave face of his darling. Thus inspired, his warm southern nature burst out, and swept away all thought of caution. No such inspiration helped Hugh Desmond to receive this ovation. For him, Marcellina Bosco was a shy little girl, standing between her father's knees, and fidgetting with the packet of confiti he had given her. That little af...
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