He dropped the key on the counterpane. "Vat ish it, Mishter Vild?" inquired Mendez. It seemed to emanate from the back of the house. Shall we sit outside and drink a petit verre of something to give us an appetite while dinner is being prepared?” “Certainly not,” she answered. . Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. “These are for you. ‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. Father had traveled to Florence to the Mercato Nuovo, staying away for a half year at a time paying court to the house of the silk merchant Iovelli, which was patronized by none other than the Medicis. “You shall go,” he declared. They had heard nothing, seen nothing. There must be something behind the missioner's actions, something of which the girl knew nothing nor suspected. “Hill has asked for you, and they will take his depositions to-night.
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