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Oria rather than from Casarico or Albogasio, that he might have the pleasure of greeting the Receiver. The big, faithful mastiff did not at once understand that the Commissary had a second end in view, and poured forth his thanks in a medley of obsequious phrases, and short, silly laughs, rubbing his hands and offering coffee, milk, eggs, and the open air of the little garden. The other accepted the coffee, but declined the open air with a motion of his head and a wink so eloquent, that Carlascia, after shouting upstairs, "Peppina!" ushered him into the office where, feeling himself transformed (such was his double nature) from a receiver of customs into a police-officer, he composed himself, and put on an expression of austerity, as if about to enter into a sacramental union with the monarch himself. This office was a miserable hole on the ground floor, with iron gratings at the two small windows; an infectious and primitive cell, that already stunk of the great empire. The Commissary seated himself in the middle of the room, looking at the closed door that led from the landing-stage to the ante-room, the one leading from the ante-room to the office having been left open by his orders. "Tell me something of Signor Maironi," said he. "He is still watched," Bianconi answered, and continued in the Italian of Porta Tosa. "By the way--wait a moment--I have a report here that is nearly finished." And he began hunting and fumbling among his papers, in search of the report and of his glasses. "You will send it in, you will send it in!" exclaimed the Commissary, who had a dread of the big mastiff's prose. "Meanwhile speak. Tell me everything." "He is as ill-intentioned as ever. We knew before he was ill-intentioned, but now it is very evident," the eloquent Receiver continued. "He has begun to wear that beard--you know--that midget--that _moschetta_--that pointed tuft, that filthy----"[I] "Pardon me," said the Commissary, "you see I am new to the place. I have my instructions and I have received some information, but as yet I have no exact knowledge of the man and his family. You must describe them to me as minutely as you can. Let us begin with him." "He is a proud man, violent and overbearing. He has quarrelled here at least fifty times over questions of duty. He will never give in, and he wants to teach me and the guard also. His eyes flash as if he were going to eat the custom-house. But it is no use being
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