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member of the Bourgeoisie: a man who, though he be well to do, well educated, well bred, does not bear coat-armour, and is therefore to be regarded by those who do with their noses in the air,--especially in Austria. Among Austrians, unless you bear coat-armour, you're impossible, you're nowhere. We mustn't let you become enamoured of her if she doesn't bear coat-armour." Annunziata's eyes, during this divagation, had wandered to the window, the tall window with its view of the terraced garden, where the mimosa bloomed and the blackcaps carolled. Now she turned them slowly upon John, and he saw from their expression that at last she was coming to what for her (as he had known all along) was the real preoccupation of the moment. They were immensely serious, intensely concerned, and at the same time, in their farther recesses, you felt a kind of fluttering shyness, as if _I dare not_ were hanging upon _I would_. "Tell me," she began, on a deep note, a deep coaxing note.... Then _I dare not_ got the better, and she held back.... Then _I would_ took his courage in both hands, and she plunged. "What have you brought for me from Roccadoro?" And after one glance of half-bashful, all-impassioned supplication, she let her eyes drop, and stood before him suspensive, as one awaiting the word of destiny. John's "radiant blondeur," his yellow beard, pink face, and sea-blue eyes, lighted up, more radiant still, with subcutaneous laughter. "The shops were shut," he said. "I arrived after closing time." But something in his tone rendered this grim announcement nugatory. Annunziata drew a long breath, and looked up again. "You have brought me something, all the same," she declared with conviction; and eagerly, eyes gleaming, "What is it? What is it?" she besought him. John laughed. "You are quite right," he said. "If one can't buy, beg, or borrow, in this world, one can generally steal." Annunziata drew away, regarded him with misgiving. "Oh, no; you would never steal," she protested. "I'm not so sure--for one I loved," said he. "What would you have liked me to bring you?" Annunziata thought. "I liked those chocolate cigars," she said, her face soft with reminiscence of delight. "Ah, but we mustn't have it _toujours perdrix_," said John. "Do you, by any chance, like marchpane?" "Marchpane?--I adore it," she answered, in an outburst of emotion. "You have your human weaknesses, after all," John laughed. "Well, I
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