. The Saturday evening post. , but she held her head high proudly,with a most arrogant and scornful they would have laid hands onher and young Goring I am not sure. I be-lieve they were in great danger, but at thatmoment a small body of Carabinieri swunginto the square, and at a word of commandwhich rang out the crowd fell away a littlefrom the boy and girl. I joined them andspoke anxiously: Dont run, but walk fast. If they follow,get into the cathedral. I am not afraid, said Paula are only a dirty rabble. Im afraid, said Percival. For yoursake, Paula. Walk faster, for
. The Saturday evening post. , but she held her head high proudly,with a most arrogant and scornful they would have laid hands onher and young Goring I am not sure. I be-lieve they were in great danger, but at thatmoment a small body of Carabinieri swunginto the square, and at a word of commandwhich rang out the crowd fell away a littlefrom the boy and girl. I joined them andspoke anxiously: Dont run, but walk fast. If they follow,get into the cathedral. I am not afraid, said Paula are only a dirty rabble. Im afraid, said Percival. For yoursake, Paula. Walk faster, for Gods sake! The crowds did not follow. We were justout of the square when we heard the firingof the volley that, as we knew afterward,killed several men and women and led torioting and fighting in a night of terror. Paula stopped just outside our hotel anddabbed Percivals cheek with a lace hand-kerchief. You were my knight, she said. I willkiss the blood that flowed for me. (Continued on Page 90) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST 87. 21 lil i JIBE ?y< ¥4 Ik
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