. The Saturday evening post. (Continued from Page 86) She put the handkerchief to her lips andin her emotional Italian way kissed the redstains on it. Id have spilt more blood than thatscratch before they hurt you! said theboy. They were like wild beasts. Listen! said Paula. Some of themare dying because of their beastliness. Some more shots rang out in St. MarksSquare, and I hated to hear the sound ofthem, and hated to see the smile on thatgirls face. They are getting what they deserve,she said. The dogs! I think even Percival was startled by herjoy in the sound of those shots, which heknew m
. The Saturday evening post. (Continued from Page 86) She put the handkerchief to her lips andin her emotional Italian way kissed the redstains on it. Id have spilt more blood than thatscratch before they hurt you! said theboy. They were like wild beasts. Listen! said Paula. Some of themare dying because of their beastliness. Some more shots rang out in St. MarksSquare, and I hated to hear the sound ofthem, and hated to see the smile on thatgirls face. They are getting what they deserve,she said. The dogs! I think even Percival was startled by herjoy in the sound of those shots, which heknew meant death. Poor wretches! he he was very tender to Paula when,nearly fainting for a minute, in spite of herdisdain of danger at the time, she sat backin one of the low chairs in the tea room ofour hotel. He went down into the kitchen,a cheerless place now, with only a few oldwomen in attendance, and made some teaand brought it up. By this time Paula hadrecovered and was merry again, laughingat her adventure, and fi
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