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Voynich, E. L. (Ethel Lillian), 1864-1960

"The Gadfly"


He drank a cup of coffee, standing, and took up
the broad-brimmed riding hat.
"I think it's time to start, Martini; we must
make a round before we go to the barrier, in case
of anything. Good-bye, for the present, signora;
I shall meet you at Forli on Friday, then, unless
anything special turns up. Wait a minute; th-this
is the address."
He tore a leaf out of his pocket-book and wrote
a few words in pencil.
"I have it already," she said in a dull, quiet
voice.
"H-have you? Well, there it is, anyway.
Come, Martini. Sh-sh-sh! Don't let the door creak!"
They crept softly downstairs. When the street
door clicked behind them she went back into the
room and mechanically unfolded the paper he had
put into her hand. Underneath the address was
written:
"I will tell you everything there."

CHAPTER II.
IT was market-day in Brisighella, and the country
folk had come in from the villages and hamlets
of the district with their pigs and poultry, their
dairy produce and droves of half-wild mountain
cattle.


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