30/53 Could n't you do it ?" he demanded, looking at his cousin. "I think not!" "Why not ?" "I don't know; I could n't!" During this little discussion our four friends were standing near the venerable image of Saint Peter, and a squalid, savage-looking peasant, a tattered ruffian of the most orthodox Italian aspect, had been performing his devotions before it. He turned away, crossing himself, and Mrs.Hudson gave a little shudder of horror. Oh, what a beautiful person!" A young lady had approached the sacred effigy, after having wandered away from a group of companions. She kissed the brazen toe, touched it with her forehead, and turned round, facing our friends. |