She allowed him to grasp her hand.
"After all, he is my spy; he does belong to me," she said, still speaking on to Carlo.

"I must beg your permission, Colonel Corte and Signor Marco, to try an experiment.

The Signor Carlo will not believe that a spy can be ashamed of his name .-- Luigi!" "Signorina!"-- he shook his body over her hand with a most plaintive utterance.
"You are my countryman, Luigi ?" "Yes, signorina." "You are an Italian ?" "Certainly, signorina!" "A spy!" Vittoria had not always to lift her voice in music for it to sway the hearts of men.

She spoke the word very simply in a mellow soft tone.
Luigi's blood shot purple.

He thrust his fists against his ears.
"See, Signor Carlo," she said; "I was right.