Upon
which Mrs. "
"That likeness is the chief cause of my misery," replied the widow, shuddering. "
"To be sure! Nothing entertains me so much. The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at its
conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of his nose,
and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his phlegmatic companion. ‘I suppose he isn’t this Leonardo you spoke of?’
‘Certainly he is not Leonardo. Never again would he repeat that kiss; but at night when they separated, he
would touch her forehead with his lips, and sometimes he would hold her hand
in his and pat it. Don't be
afraid, man,—off with it. The guests congregated within the night-cellar were, in fact, little better than
thieves; but thieves who confined their depredations almost exclusively to the
vessels lying in the pool and docks of the river. I know now that I was mistaken. They are all at prayer at
this hour.
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