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m. "_Parlate Italiano?_" he asked, at length. "No," said David, in a tremulous voice; for he understood the meaning of those words well enough. "Hm--" said the brigand, and then, "_Parlez vous Francais?_" "No," said David. "_Habla usted Espanol?_" asked the brigand once more, apparently quite curious to find out the nationality of his prisoner, so as to form some basis of communication with him. David shook his head. The brigand paused, and frowned, and stared fixedly at David, as though trying to gather from his looks and dress what his country might be. David's dress showed him to be a respectable youth, while his face might belong to any nationality; for his complexion was dark, and somewhat sallow, his eyes dark, his hair black and straight, and his frame slender. "_Sprechen sie Deutsch?_" asked the brigand, once, more returning to the examination. David shook his head. At this the brigand frowned, and once more relapsed into silence for some time. At length he made a further effort. "_Russo?_" he asked, in an interrogative tone, elevating his eyebrows. David shook his head. "_Turco?_" asked the brigand again, in the same tone and manner. Again David shook his head, wondering why the brigand should for one moment imagine it possible that he could be a Russian or a Turk. "_Greco?_" asked the brigand, in a tone of voice which seemed as though he was about to give it up as a hopeless conundrum. When David shook his head at this, the brigand turned away in disgust, and stood for a few moments meditating. David felt his fate to be hanging in the balance, and stood in deep suspense, watching with anxious eyes the face of his captor. But the heavy beard and mustache, and the slouched felt hat, concealed all expression; nor could David see anything there which could at all lessen his anxiety. He thought, however, that if he could only communicate in some way his mournful story, and let his captor see that he had come here unintentionally, and only wanted to get back to his friends, he might excite his compassion, if indeed there was any compassion in the stern soul of this awful being. It was David's only chance, however; and so, putting his hand timidly on the brigand's arm, he pointed towards the shore, and waved his arm towards Naples. At this the brigand stared; but seeing that David persistently pointed in that direction, he walked off through the grove for a few paces, till h
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