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d it was of the vintage they discoursed, the fine yield of grapes about Fontana Fredda, and the heavy crop of oil that there would be that year. And then with the hum of their voices gradually receding, it ceased altogether for me, and I was asleep with my head pillowed upon my arms. It would be an hour later when I awakened, a little stiff and cramped from the uncomfortable position in which I had rested. The peasants had departed and the surly-faced host was standing at my side. "You should be resuming your journey," said he, seeing me awake. "It wants but a couple of hours to sunset, and if you are going over the pass it were well not to let the night overtake you." "My journey?" said I aloud, and looked askance at him. Whither, in Heaven's name, was I journeying? Then I bethought me of my earlier resolve to seek shelter in some convent, and his mention of the pass caused me to think now that it would be wiser to cross the mountains into Tuscany. There I should be beyond the reach of the talons of the Farnese law, which might close upon me again at any time so long as I was upon Pontifical territory. I rose heavily, and suddenly bethought me of my utter lack of money. It dismayed me for a moment. Then I remembered the mule, and determined that I must go afoot. "I have a mule to sell," said I, "the beast in your stables." He scratched his ear, reflecting no doubt upon the drift of my announcement. "Yes?" he said dubiously. "And to what market are you taking it?" "I am offering it to you," said I. "To me?" he cried, and instantly suspicion entered his crafty eye and darkened his brow. "Where got you the mule?" he asked, and snapped his lips together. The girl entering at that moment stood at gaze, listening. "Where did I get it?" I echoed. "What is that to you?" He smiled unpleasantly. "It is this to me: that if the bargelli were to come up here and discover a stolen mule in my stables, it would be an ill thing for me." I flushed angrily. "Do you imply that I stole the mule?" said I, so fiercely that he changed his air. "Nay now, nay now," he soothed me. "And, after all, it happens that I do not want a mule. I have one mule already, and I am a poor man, and..." "A fig for your whines," said I. "Here is the case. I have no money--not a grosso. So the mule must pay for my dinner. Name your price, and let us have done." "Ha!" he fumed at me. "I am to buy your stolen beast, am I? I am
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