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"But again I say," murmured Jackeymo, scarce audibly, and after a long silence, "if the padrone would make up his mind -- to marry!"
He expected that his master would start up in his customary indignation at such a suggestion, -- nay, he might not have been sorry so to have changed the current of feeling; but the poor Italian only winced slightly, and mildly withdrawing himself from his servant's supporting arm, again paced the terrace, but this time quietly and in silence. A quarter of an hour thus passed. "Give me the pipe," said Dr. Riccabocca, passing into the belvidere.