"The lord of Pisa is dead," he said, "the woman has gone to the
Convent of Murano; there is a head between the columns; Andrea Foscari
will die of hunger in the hills--yet Gian Mocenigo goes free. Who is
this friar that he shall have the gift of life or death in Venice?"
His subordinate answered--
"This friar, Captain, is one whom Venice, surely, will make the
greatest of her nobles to-day."
COWARDICE COURT
BY GEO.B. McCUTCHEON
CHAPTER I
IN WHICH A YOUNG MAN TRESPASSES
"He's just an infernal dude, your lordship, and I'll throw him in the
river if he says a word too much."
"He has already said too much, Tompkins, confound him, don't you
know."
"Then I'm to throw him in whether he says anything or not, sir?"
"Have you seen him?"
"No, your lordship, but James has. James says he wears a red coat
and--"
"Never mind, Tompkins. He had no right to fish on this side of that
log. The insufferable ass may own the land on the opposite side, but
confound his impertinence, I own it on this side."
This concluding assertion of the usually placid but now irate Lord
Bazelhurst was not quite as momentous as it sounded. As a matter of
fact, the title to the land was vested entirely in his young American
wife; his sole possession, according to report, being a title much
less substantial but a great deal more picturesque than the large,
much-handled piece of paper down in the safety deposit vault--lying
close and crumpled among a million sordid, homely little slips called
coupons.
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