"
"Oh, dear no! I shall sleep at San Lorenzo
while the men are getting my disguise ready."
"Then have some coffee. Wait a minute; I
will get you out the biscuits."
As she knelt down at the side-board he suddenly
stooped over her shoulder.
"Whatever have you got there? Chocolate
creams and English toffee! Why, this is l-luxury
for a king!"
She looked up, smiling faintly at his enthusiastic tone.
"Are you fond of sweets? I always keep them
for Cesare; he is a perfect baby over any kind of
lollipops."
"R-r-really? Well, you must get him s-some
more to-morrow and give me these to take with
me. No, let me p-p-put the toffee in my pocket;
it will console me for all the lost joys of life. I
d-do hope they'll give me a bit of toffee to suck
the day I'm hanged."
"Oh, do let me find a cardboard box for it, at
least, before you put it in your pocket! You
will be so sticky! Shall I put the chocolates in, too?"
"No, I want to eat them now, with you."
"But I don't like chocolate, and I want you to
come and sit down like a reasonable human being.
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