Carlotta's intended . tated, but an impera-tive Nbn posso sestare! Spicciatevi / warnedher that her lord was impatient. She rose hastily, slipping her feet deftly fromunder the child who had crept up against her andfallen asleep, and, bidding Carlotta min-a thebaby, hurriedly descended the stairs. The child, disturbed, began to fret. Seatingherself, Carlotta raised the little one upon herlap, where in a moment it slept again. She sat opposite Pat, in the seat her motherhad vacated. Sitting thus, with the beautifulbabe in her arms, in the tender twilight whichwas further sensitized by the subtl
Carlotta's intended . tated, but an impera-tive Nbn posso sestare! Spicciatevi / warnedher that her lord was impatient. She rose hastily, slipping her feet deftly fromunder the child who had crept up against her andfallen asleep, and, bidding Carlotta min-a thebaby, hurriedly descended the stairs. The child, disturbed, began to fret. Seatingherself, Carlotta raised the little one upon herlap, where in a moment it slept again. She sat opposite Pat, in the seat her motherhad vacated. Sitting thus, with the beautifulbabe in her arms, in the tender twilight whichwas further sensitized by the subtle insinuationof light from a new moon which hung just with-out, she looked not unlike the statues in thechurches of the Virgin Mother and Child. Even Pat saw it, and felt like crossing himselfas he looked upon her. He had never seen her look like this habitual spirit of joyous childishness hadpassed out of her face, which seemed clothedwith modesty and sadness. a H F o o a 2!OH mw W H&>H aw GO© M P3. 27 She had not spoken since she entered the gar-ret. She had not even looked at Pat. Though silent also for a time, he was first tospeak: Well, mavourneen, me poor child o sorrow,the throubles come quicker nor I thought the two av us, yeve got a black eye, foryer mother only paid ye for takin me me me share o the blame while I talkto ye plain, Lottie. Raising his eyes, he muttered to himself, TheLord o light give me courage this night! Thenhe turned to her : An ye must answer me plain, Lottie. Yemr«st shpake to-night plainer nor ye iver shpokesince yer firrst confession. Answer me questionslike the Holy Virgin, whose image ye are, an-swered the angel o the Lord, kapin northin ye do ut, Lottie ? She turned and looked at him. Wull ye answer me questions an kape north-in back, mavourneen ? She gave assent by an inclination of her head,keeping her eyes upon his face. R ye goin to marry Peter Socola, Lottie ? She shook her head. No ? An
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