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e been laying." "You are the most practical of men, brother: but my offer of breakfast has already been declined. Shall we hear what Dom Basilio has to say?" "I have nothing to say, Sir John," put in Brother Basilio, advancing, "but to give you this letter and await your answer." He drew a folded paper from his tunic and handed it to my father, who rose to receive it, turned it over, and glanced at the superscription. I saw a red flush creep slowly up to his temples and fade, leaving his face extraordinarily pale. A moment later, in face of his audience, he lifted the paper to his lips, kissed it reverently, and broke the seal. Again I saw the flush mount to his temples as he read the letter through slowly and in silence. Then after a long pause he handed it to me; and I took it wondering, for his eyes were dim and yet bright with a noble joy. The letter (turned into English) ran thus-- "_To Sir John Constantine, Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Star, at his house of Constantine in Cornwall, England_. "MY FRIEND, "The bearer of this and his company have been driven by the Genoese from their monastery of San Giorgio on my estate of Casalabriva above the Taravo valley, the same where you will remember our treading the vintage together to the freedom of Corsica. But the Genoese have cut down my vines long since, and now they have fired the roof over these my tenants and driven them into the _macchia_, whence they send message to me to deliver them. Indeed, friend, I have much ado to protect myself in these days: but by good fortune I have heard of an English vessel homeward bound which will serve them if they can reach the coast, whence numbers of the faithful will send them off with good provision. Afterwards, what will happen? To England the ship is bound, and in England I know you only. Remembering your great heart, I call on it for what help you can render to these holy men. _Addio_, friend. You are remembered in my constant prayers to Christ, the Virgin, and all the Saints. "EMILIA." At a sign from my father--who had sunk back in his chair and sat gripping its arms--I passed on this epistle to my uncle Gervase, who read it and ran his hand through his hair. "Dear me!" said he, running his eye over the attentive monks, "this lady, whoever she may be--" "Sh
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