"And now," she
added, with somewhat more composure, "leave me, dear friends, I entreat, for a
few minutes to collect my scattered thoughts—to prepare myself for what I have
to go through—to pray for my son. 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. I
gather you wish to go up in some fantastic get-up, wrapped about in your opera
cloak, and that after the festivities you propose to stay with these friends of
yours, and without any older people in your party, at an hotel. Well, I don't think they'll any of 'em nab him, that's one comfort. "I am your most unhappy son. All these things spoke of
peace;—but there are seasons when the pleasantest external influences have a
depressing effect on the mind, by painfully recalling past happiness. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your trouble. Perhaps the boys had already
faced off and he had missed it, he thought sourly. " Ah Cum smiled.
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