The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated MonthlyVarious
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The Strand Magazine, Vol. 01, January 1891: An Illustrated Monthly
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English literature -- Periodicals; Short stories, English -- Periodicals
Meanwhile a few menservants had come in and seated themselves round the
large table on which stood the dishes left by the departing smugglers.
An old maid-servant filled these again with polenta out of the big
kettle, and taking her spoon sat down and joined the others. Not a word
was spoken whilst they were eating; the flames crackled, the dog growled
hoarsely in his sleep, the grave and solemn girl sitting on the stone
slab by the hearth left untouched the little dish of polenta specially
put there for her by the old maid, and gazed about the room buried in
thought. In front of the door the fog was like a dense white wall. But
at that moment the half-moon appeared, rising above the edge of the
rock.
Then there was a sound of horses' hoofs and footsteps approaching up the
path. "Pietro!" called out the young mistress of the house in quiet but
admonishing tones. A tall young fellow immediately got up from the table
and disappeared into the fog.
Steps and voices were heard drawing nearer, till the horse stopped at
the door. After a pause, three men appeared in the doorway and entered
with a brief greeting. Pietro went up to the girl who was gazing at the
fire without showing the slightest interest. "These are two men from
Porretta," he said to her, "without any wares; they are conducting a
gentleman across the mountains; his passport is not quite in order."
"Nina!" called the girl. The old maid-servant got up and went across to
the hearth.
"It is not only that they want something to eat, Padrona," continued the
man, "can the gentleman have a bed for the night? He does not wish to go
further before daybreak."
"Get ready a bed of straw for him in the chamber." Pietro nodded and
went back to the table.
The three new arrivals had seated themselves without any particular
attention being paid to them on the part of the servants. Two of them
were contrabandists, well armed, their jackets thrown carelessly across
their shoulders, and hats pushed well down over their brows. They nodded
to the others as though they were old acquaintances, and leaving a good
space between their companion and themselves they crossed themselves and
began to eat.
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