It’s just upon my lunch-time. Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. That’s Italians for you. “It’s best,” he said, “to make it a good round sum. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. Got detained in the City, and——” Then he met the fixed, breathless gaze of those wonderful eyes from the other side of the table, and he, too, broke off in the middle of his sentence.
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